Skeptical as can be, knowing that life
is ready to terminate my being.
Gradually becoming a silence in the
universe, too lonesome to care anymore.
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Jumping to conclusive thoughts in heart’s of caring.
Tactfully taunting every thought, trying to jump inside of a poem without being invited by the poet.Standing aghast, watching words jumping into wrong phrases and verses.
Granules of life are thrown about, never collecting themselves for important moments along life’s trails.
Talking heart-to-heart – missed – because another makes a choice to despise and hate you for no known reason.Leaving you in a mire – not one of your own making – and stranding you in a lonely pit of emptiness for the rest of your life.Lying in oceans of tears, cried from your very soul,…
Once when I was little. Once when I knew nothing of life.
Would never again take my little hand in hers on journeys across the sea to her homeland of Sicily.My heritage, it’s presence was brought to me through her gentle caring memories of life now lost – left behind the curtains of her future.Crying. Gone now her voice of broken English, herlaughter, smile – tears flowing…
Relaxing to music of old, enjoying it’s beat and rhythm.
Trying to ignore rude people talking incessantly throughout the performance of volunteer entertainers.