An Urge to Bear Down

The world wears me away, What was once miraculous, has become necessary

I just read an article about a girl with cancer. I light a cigarette. I’m 46.  She’s 16. Thirty years in between. I have many tales to tell, She has fewer still. Mine won’t be remembered either.

Yearning eyes look to me for solace, But I am empty, And can offer them only a sad smile, For I know what lies ahead