Just Crying Over Me

I sit upon a lonely bed

and mourn a body not yet dead.

I mourn a heart that does still beat.

But not quite the same as those I meet.

I mourn a soul that is not lost,

but can't be won at any cost.

I mourn the bones that crack and ache

it makes some days so hard to take.

I mourn procrastinations will

that keeps me always standing still.

I mourn the eyes that sometimes hide

the fears lurking deep inside.

I mourn the mouth that lets me speak

before I've had the time to think.

I mourn this body through shed tears,

I'm older than my 30 years.