Fragile

Watching my father die

Bitter lament of times past

 

Laying in a curled ball of human frailty

 

In my own defecation

 

Talking to ghosts

 

Listening to that low pitched tittering

 

That scratches at the back of my skull

 

Bruised and cut

 

From trying to escape

 

But there is no place to run to

 

Days morph into nights

 

I can see the leaves as they fall

 

The boy comes with sad eyes

 

Brings me my dinner

 

Darkness grows around this room

 

As I sink further into the encroaching end

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you Selene

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

dark weeping~ beautiful whisper of shadows even in the morbid flicker of the slow beating heart~ deeply moving~

[Michael of Gilead]

Hey Brad, thanks, you know how it is...

David, thanks...yes...just plain does

[Michael of Gilead]

Robin, thank you...it causes me many up's and down's

Aven, yes...it's been a long slow decline...to much time to think about it in some ways

Marie, thanks..sorry to say but it is true

Geralyn, thank you...it's a difficult road

[David W Moore III]

Loss. It can be paralyzing. And it can remind us of our fears.
You know... It just plain sux.

[Brad]

wow, mooks, you really put down there in the mud and decay with youse...d****t

[Geralyn Miller]

A graphic depiction of intractable depression. My prayers are for the subject of your piece and all who must live with his pain.

[Marie Harrison]

Wow this is a powerful poem. I can almost visualize the events. Very sad. I hope this isn't true. Hugs to you. It is a very moving poem and graphically tells a heart wrenching story.

[Aven]

nothing compares to losing a family member...

[Robin]

strong emotion drawn in these words ..