I am all things
I’m like a tree in the driest of soil,
Or maybe an engine, in desperate need of oil .
I’m but a raft, dry rotted from the sun,
A hand full of bullets, but missing a gun .
Simply I’m a body, that’s missing its soul,
A bright shiny bell, unable to toll .
I’m like a canvas, that’s absent of paint,
This life that I’ve lived, is not for the faint .
I’ve been knocked down, counted out,
With no hopes to return .
A life full of lessons, but few did I learn .
I feel like a bicycle,
That’s missing its chain .
A badly needed storm,
Yet absent of rain .
A broken old ladder,
That’s missing its rungs .
A beautiful song, that will never be sung .
