BLEEDING

Many decades have passed.
Long years stretching into nothingness.
Ancient, wearied, eroded.
Tired eyes keeping a silent vigil.
Seeing all and believing nothing.
Beautifully allusive cascading colors,
Darkness sullen, submerging, silent.
Angels bent on drawing blood.
Demons, damned, disgraced, delightful.
Affection, a hollow tag.
Hatred, simple, solid, surrounding.
Happiness, a fleeting diversion.
Pain, reckless, rampant, reliable.
Success, limited to one.
Failure, present, popular, patriotic.
Tired eyes keeping a silent vigil.
Seeing all and understanding nothing.
Ancient, wearied, eroded.
And yet my journey has just begun.
With a face young, smooth, pristine.
And a soul aged, scarred, bleeding.