Skin and Flesh

My skin cries out to be touched
A single touch from you
And every second I am left waiting
My cells die and are born anew.

So in this waiting process
For days, for months, for years
My body isn't even the same
Body that you knew
I've grown into a man
With a heart hardened by
The stresses of life
I no longer have the joys of my youth
The energy of my childhood
I am now another face in the crowd
Another body to join the hoard
How could you love me?
This shell of a person I used to be
How could you love me?
Tired and depressed and angry
Could you love the way I get mad at nothing?
Could you love the way I'm sad a lot?
Could you love the way I drink to much?
Could love the way I hate
Myself?
Because I can't
My skin and flesh is no longer mine
But an aging man's tomb

And yet I can hear a cry
Deep inside myself
A cry of hope, a cry of love
A cry of lonliness
A cry of redemption

But I ignore it,
I have to much to get done
To much work to do
To much life to waste.

My skin and flesh are aching
And deep inside my mind
Another day is breaking
Another day to cry.