The past frustrations

Have taken a toll

I’m okay…


As the wrinkles appear

I feel old

But I think I’m okay…


I brush it all off

Try to remain bold

And I thought I was okay…


But I can’t seem to get away

I can’t break this hold,

I say I’m okay

But my thoughts

Can’t be controlled


In this silence

Even the southern heat

Can feel too damn cold

This is my last shot

The last chance to save my soul


And I’m okay with that.