The end is hard
With vanishing
memories
And blank faces
Words don’t come
easy
And thoughts are
hard
What’s real, what’s
not?
It hurts to be
here
To be alive in
body
But dying in mind
I am not whole
I’m not who I was
I am a vacant
person
I can’t place the
names
Of my beloved
family
The pain fills
their eyes
Its hurts to see
The pain in their
eyes
And their fullness
of heart
I am with them
But I am not with
them
I am a vacant
person
I am diminishing bit
by bit
Slowly fading away
Here in body, but
not in mind
Jo Anne Kennedy
December 2015
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