Guillermo Looks at 25

I feel no greater at 25
Seems like 24, just more so
Don't look dead, nor much more alive
Perhaps a slight thinning in the torso

Eyes that can't notice what they've seen before
Torn stained pages of thesaurus
We talk to ourselves much more than ever
And more than ever, bore us

Food is hungry ashen paste
Billows as it sustains us
Our memory holds fast upon
any vivid scenes that pain us

The royal We rings sad a ruse
So clearly solitary
Now 25, no more or less to find
Than all that ever was me



Sorry, I haven't attempted poetry for quite some time. Heh, I do miss straining meter to the point of breaking.