My Old Bones Ache

Starched and bleached white by the summers sun
My old bones ache with an emptiness that know no bounds
Nary a day of relief in sight, maybe eons to go
Past tense, passed torches, past lives
Bearing the weight of loss and sorrow that would make mountains cry

Tender hearts broken, lives in disarray, places past revisited
Eternity is a long time to live, longer to die
Many have passed this way, many more to come
It's the human condition at its worst and wounding deepest
Life is the needles of cacti at times, flesh bleeding profusely

Sorrow chances to pass my way and decides to stay
Burrowing deeper into my soul, never to exit, I am afraid
Happiness cannot be trusted, it is soft and fickle
It comes and goes, but mostly goes, only to tease with its return
Suffering silence sets in, crying out of no use, value or purpose

Placed in the care of my inner self, alone and dying, each moment passing
Watching life crumble around me as an iceberg in the ocean's sun
Dying in the brightness and exposure, adrift from it's beginnings and anchor point
Floating as destiny would allow her, listless in the vastness that is the sea
Off to points unknown but certain.