Ashes of My Life

As I sit
alone in my room
before this empty book
I begin to chronicle my
journey through life.
although I've years
and years
to finish,
I feel pounds of
knowledge
crawling out of my veins.
as my pen
swiftly jots each
memory, each
thought
I reminisce over
certain events and
t r i b u l a t i o n s.
for hours
and days
weeks
months
years
does the book fill
where at the end
it is finally closed
and burned
to ashes.