The Oldest Young Man

Young So Old...

How can a body....???

This body...???

My body...???

Ever so young feel so old?

Falling apart lacking will, craving hold as I have wanted and needed.

Hurting from the inside as it is a dead corpse.

Its dead it can't stand on it's two feet like me.

No longer bold.....

Skin......

My skin.... it crawls this life....my life has become so cold.

Twenty years it has been...

What's left?

I wish I can say plenty.

Although why do I feel gray?

Sticking out with my words.

Why do I feel this way?

Is this as a prince who knows romanced once said is this really the era for me?

Should I really stay?

Where is the real?

Is there really any?

Who truly knows my name.

To relate to my hearts call for help sometime....to share my pain.... to keep me the way I am, or would understand if I was to go back the way I came.

I may be tall... with all I do I give it my all, but a secret I can't hold I now have to share.

What if I told you all that there is a history of heart attacks in my family?

You may say I don't care.

What if I told you that there is a pain in my chest that bugs me twice a month, and it hurts so bad I can't bare.

What if I told you that death feels like it is calling me for reasons I don't know.

Maybe cause the lack of the internal, external, and emotional protection.

I hear it knocking at my door.

Again life's phone rings its calling me, and I have great reception.

I don't know what the future may hold.

Know that if I get the chance to keep walking down this road.

I am happy and thankful that I have met all of you.

Not to the mention that there are people that supports an old heart that has a young owner =, and that is true.

I have a plan, but for now know that I stand here as the youngest old man.