Poetry

Retreat 
(From “Vices”)

I used to be able to speak Now I'm shut and broken
I can't tell you why;
I don't know myself

Things haven't changed
Its the same
But I'm similar only in name

The threads of friends strained
Every new pearl I meet is the same
The necklace is worn And meant for storage
I guess that's the wisdom of age Every conversation repeats itself
As I retreat more into my shell

Things haven't changed
Its the same
But I'm similar only in name
The cracks
In the walls of my shell
Are the same as the necklace:
Is this hell?