Forgotten

Crumbling mortar

paint peels in strips

corrupted

land bleeds black

brambled path

wrought in pain

in terror.

Sit

staring at nothing

mind no longer there

lost in the mists

of time beyond

not able to see the disgrace

the family feels.

Speaking in tongues

in gibberish

who can understand

as I wail

as I cry

trying to bring you into this world.

of my own devise.

Flashes of history

memories lost

tangled web

I am caught.

Drool

disgust

wipe my mouth

speak as though

I am not here

as though

already gone am I

wishes were horses

beggers would ride.

When I was a young

prospects so many

laid out

waiting for me

to pluck the fruit offered

to bite of my dreams

fulfilling.

Now I am an elder

no one has time

to hear my stories

to hear my tales.

I am left to bleed

in gloomy silence

set upon an ice floe of neglect

waiting to die.

©Feb. 17/20

Picture is my own