By Lynn Bassett
Age haunts me!
Oh, specter of the future,
What do you hold in store?
Scars cover me
Up one side and down the other.
Proof that I was broken, and needed to be fixed.
But fixed for what?
Can you give me the
Answers to these questions?
The sweet, painful mystery of life,
I grow weak
I wish only
A peace that resides within me.
And a peace that rules this world.
Only this and nothing more,
For without that Peace existence means nothing.