Fix

"Fix"

By Ruhudeen Ali

November 4th, 2011

These thoughts are so rusted

These eyes are so tired

This body needs repair

Has the hope gone expired?

The excitement is so short

The pain is predictable

Regret retorts

The cycle is inevitable.

This feeling is so abused

The suffering seems endless

I am so confused

I do not pretend this.

The cure is so distant

The answers are lost

Yet the questions are persistent

Living on, but at what cost?

This scene is oft-played

The soul needs a prayer

This body has quickly-aged

Still it tarries toward despair.

This place was once scary

But now its home to this purpose gone rotten

To this weary body the pain is so normal

That the cure is now forgotten.