by Elizabeth Reich

Created on: May 21, 2007

I feel a thousand years old
sitting here
smoking the ages away

my heart and my head
filled with regret
filled with promise
some days I can take on the world
some days I don't want to open the door
and I think and I think
and I try not to feel
tried to kill them
kill all those thoughts and feelings
bury them far away
and they came home
they came home with vengeance on their breath
not to be buried
but to rise and revenge
and now I sit
and I smoke
and I think
tomorrow I'll face the world
today I'm under the bed
who can help me?
who can pull my heart from my chest?
it's already been done
yet I can still feel it
like a phantom limb

I feel a thousand years old
sitting here
smoking the ages away

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