Refuse

By Matt Freire

Stuck in cell
Fog fills the air
Live life for what
I’m that which I feared
Hopeless a mess
Chains in my chest
Pulling me down
Making me rest
Want to get up
But my feet are all tied
Holding me down
It’s my face that I hide

I’m old
Wrinkled and used
I’m old
Miss all the clues
I’m old
Part of the trash
I’m old
Life went to fast

Part of this life
I hoped I’d live it ok
But I guess I did not
I’m still here just the same
Toothless and scared
Face faced and hard
Say that I’m mad
I say they are right
Want to get up
But my feet are all tied
Holding me down
It’s my face that I hide

I’m old
Wrinkled and used
I’m old
Miss all the clues
I’m old
Part of the trash
I’m old
Life went to fast



Piece of the trash
Body to cast
Nothing to do
Expiration
Date the time
This world a shame
Nothing to say
Expiration
Date

I’m old
Nothing to do