sailing shipA Poem by angelica
I am 82
Where is my socks? Have i lost them again? Have they run off? Are they at my grave? Where is my family? Are they ready to get rid of me? Are they preparing my ship? Brown? Mahogany? Brass handles? Are they at my grave? Where is she? Will she be where i am going? Has she lost her love for me? Will she be waiting? Is she at my grave? Will i ever get to go to sleep? Will it be peacefully? Am i going tomorrow? Where has time gone? Is it at my grave? Is it time to let go? Will they miss me? Do i have any regrets? Can i let go of everything? Can i go to my grave now?
© 2014 angelicaAuthor's Note
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Added on March 20, 2014 Last Updated on March 20, 2014 |