A life forgotten,

never heard.

To share with people, 

that care.

With curtains drawn,

makes one tired

with enough sleep to fulfill

the needs

of a creature

who's torn.

Unsettled.

Roll and walk the boards.

 

God forbid

Shall I not disturb?

Breath that's stale,

digital images play

havoc to a life

clearly near the end.

A figure.

cold and dark

curled up

in a corridor.

The face unknown

in the dark

cloudy thoughts can be vague.

Unclear.

It's hard to tread lightly

when you persist to

a loved one

who wishes nothing more

than to be left 

alone.

Friends have all kicked the

bucket.

No longer surrounded by 

peers.

 

A grandchild

to stare blankly,

at blank paper

contemplating

what to do when

the time has come.

Will I...

speak strongly

telling stories of cheek?

Lifting my chin,

with force from

within.

I can share what

is truly no belonging of mine.

A memory.

A fable

A damn fine tale.

Dreams come true to

an old friend of mine.

 

With a little help

from a doctor.

Remedial therapy

causes a disaster,

which will prove impossible

to rid.

Come one, little

Bo peep.

Lend me your sheep.

Some organs

continue to thrive.

Counting of dollars

and problematic

procedures

overtaken by arms of

authority.

Stress causes a short

making it impossible to laugh.

Chemicals work 

like strong little crimps

allowing pulses to

cross 

a happy path.

 

"There is no place like home."

It has been said.

I know where I am

but don't feel at

home in my bed.

With a dim lit lamp

A cup of warm tea

and a humid breeze.

Surely my ailments

will be absolved tomorrow.

Will

 I wake

to remember my state?

Same day, but different.

We all know the 

feeling of loss.

Could this be what keeps me up

late

at night