Old Soul Vs A Haunt
When I was young people told me all the time
That I had an old soul.
I never struggled to understand what that meant
Or asked any questions. I already fucking knew.
Nowadays to be honest as I age
I feel like “old soul” doesn’t cut it —
I’m not old—I’m dead, decayed, fermenting— now I’m just
Haunted. I’m a haunt in my own body I am
Rattling and wheezing and my bones creak
Like an old house when I walk on pavement.
I am not long for this world and alas
I am not able to leave it. Trapped between destinations I am
A spirit, wasting.