The Bird and Baby

Another year has come and gone,
And I am none the wiser.
A full rotation around the sun,
And my life seems none the brighter.

I wave sheepishly as these days pass by,
Shadows of their brothers before them.
Each one more cynical than the last,
And my heart can no longer afford them.

Each and every one of these desolate moments,
Demands a high and heavy price.
Another ounce of my soul with every passing breath,
But they leave behind my life.

Another year has come and gone,
And I have only my scars to show.
I don’t know this peace of which I hear people speak,
But I know I feel more alone.

-Taylor Glenn Pritchard