The Final Stage

Pressing against thoughts and feelings, and yet I still don't have the answers to the rhyme.


Teeth chattering in the icy winters, an age where I am far beyond my time.


Headaches pulsing deep on the brain, and hands reach out to soothe the burn.


A short yet settling lesson, in which I feel the need to wait until my next turn.


Starry nights blaze across the sky, yet I still sit in my life wondering what they really do.


Because when I sit in this pathetic desperation, all I can think about is you.