Untruthful Self Poem by Lenny Camacho

I've intended to do the same everyone does
when it comes down to rewriting the arts

'there's nothing new under the sky'

words were hiding somewhere in the back of the head
feelings crawled back into their original habitats
loneliness sprawled from my eyes to my soul
I, then, found myself sitting alone
my hands and my feet were cold
my heart not as much as numb
I had pushed and pushed until I couldn't do it more
words were gone, feelings were home, eyes saw nothing
loneliness sprawled from heart to bone to end of days
then, there was an empty seat
I ran, escaped, crawled back into my original habitat
when the morning dawned I was gone with the stars.