Vulnerable

The last picked for a race.

Maybe that set the pace

of life's little tests.

The heart,

it aches.

It screams of lonely,

engulfing, unrest.

Confusion consumes the only

organ,

brave enough to care.

Others picked before,

despite all their flaws.

When will the time come

to be picked first and foremost?

To be adored for all lifes blessings and

curses, two in one.

A promise. Not to boast.

Time ticks on, faster. Slowly,

the body degrades.

Will time come to end this strife?

Before the time's too grave.

It is I that has this suff'ring,

tis I who seeks this one!

With which sorrow consumes

and ageing looms.

Devoid of one to cherish.

Others picked before Me,

alike in face and being.

Is it true, that's what I was seeing?!

I avoid public places.

Avoid the dreaded words...

“It's going to be you next dear!”

As a single icy tear

rolls and falls and pierces the heart.

I stop. I smile. I lie.

Years pass...

Nothings changed.

Age is my only friend.

The memories of my youth

have become my only truth.

What if I had been more loose?

Less rigid in my beliefs.

Would I be alone today?

Would the striving have ceased?

Probably. Yet...

I would not be me today.

Who would I be?...I sit and wonder.

By underwriter    8/12/2010

Reviews

[Dark Aeris]

end: what if I had been more "lose"
lose should be loose

Other than that nice poem. Through the passage of time they have become cold, unfeeling, in fear of in being vulnerable there is pain. No longer willing to take the chance and is simply left to now wonder, what if.

[DeViouS]

Don't give up! Keep hope alive.
Keep true to yourself and your faith in God.

[cfix]

I really like the airy feeling of this. This is a wonderful write.

[*Private Person*]

age is my only friend as well.
This is a very nice write,
enjoyable read!