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!
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 