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Legacy
my heart is but an aching mass
and sorrow fills this dark expanse
this chamber where my doubts
like smoke envelope dreams
it seems all my screams are just for me
for I'm alone
no one to hear
clearly pity is my quest
though it is self who heeds the tome
but I am twenty and I've all the days ahead
is it fear within or butterflies longing to fly backwards
fire chases me from dreams
before the truth of nightmares might reveal
graffiti carved walls close in
could, would, should
but I'm just forty-five with many days ahead
or so the hourglass pretends
I rush no more
for a hurry eludes me these days
it occurs but bones demure
with false disdain
I applaud a beating heart
and point out breathing
with optimism
my smile is loose and quickly closes
behind wise and thoughtful lips
sixty-three…
more to come
it seems so
it seems so
Will there be a ripple in time?
I'll wonder in the days ahead
 Legacy finished second in the contest "Free Verse Poetry Contest"
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