~Poems~

Thousand Years Old

I'm old.

I am a thousand years old.

But I grew up a hundred years ago, I was a child ten years ago and I was born yesterday.

In the grace of daytime, I shall be the watcher over everybody.

When the night rolls in, I hide and cover myself with the shine of the moon and taste the darkness.

I scream out in agony when I feel.

I scream out in envy when you feel.

And I scream out in fear when we touch.

My skin is poison and my eyes are contagious.

My words are filled with nothing and are like a cold summer breeze.

At night I shout out lonely calls for a home that doesn't exist.

You don't see, you don't feel, you don't hear me, because my skin is transparent.

So I stay up in the sky and sleep on clouds.

I call after the saving grace of safety and safe emotions.

But I never get an answer.