LOST
Check e-mails hourly
searching for my family
never finding them
looking of signs
of care and concern
not knowing when
I shall have that
final seizure.
I have lost teeth and hair
my looks have faded
into the concrete greys
Alone I am
with my thoughts
I think about working
out the way
through to it
death without knowing
isn’t the way to see
it is blind
and not the starting of new
but the end.
Bye!
