SPELL
I am looking for a place to rest my mind
a place where there is no Time
I want to hear the words I heard before
the noise of life and living
but no one knocks at my door
anymore
I languish to break this spell
and find my way out of the hell.
I am in.
I know the words to say
but no one hears me pray.
Comments
Hello Joe
I haven't been doing much commenting lately, but seeing this I had to jot down a line or two. The feel of the poem is quite impressive, as it touches on several frequently occurring aspects of growing elderly. I can definitely relate, my friend! Hope you are doing as well as you can with your medical situation, and I sincerely hope for all the best for you in all your endeavors!
imagine us
this is happening to us
whilst we r living
what can we say
anything about you
gerry