Ever feel your bones?

A skeleton

Bones

Growing as you do

Weakening as you grow old

Breaking after a foolhardy stunt

Not really thought about

Yet always there

Allowing you to move

So what happens when you feel them?

Not the revelation that they exist

But feeling them within you

Feeling their exhaustion

Their laziness

Their desire to rest in the ground

And knowing at your age

It’s all wrong

I shouldn’t feel my bones

They shouldn’t feel so tired

I’m not ready to rest forever

So why do I feel my bones?

Why do I fight body and mind?

Or is it just my imagination?

Am I actually fighting my bones?

Or are they my scapegoat?

I cry

I don’t know

I just feel