Just Life (December Contest)

I cling to my faint rattling breath
It changes as the seasons
Yet still gives me life's air.
A quiet mass that sustains me

Many things pass my eyes
I am not seeing so well
Irritated by more sights
This is just an age thing

My legs seem to be someone’s
I wonder whose, as they move
I follow them now, no driving
Just lean forward, and there you go

I think my heart has been given away
It beats, no, throbs in more places
It creases my brow, etching lines
It keeps me awake with its noise.

There the dust is settling now
All over, hands not wanting to clear
Dropping glasses, and other things
Shaking to many rhythms unknown.

One day as this cycle ends
I will join the sightless ones
No more wandering on shaking pins
A silent heart, me changing to dust.

Did I say farewell to you all?
I fear not, there are many reasons
As when my hands stopped shaking
I could no longer write to you.

See you in another place….