I Apologize
• 05/18/21 at 10:19AM •I apologize for writing
about my love or disdain.
For writing of words,
relieves not the fear or pain,
so I will write words to you,
for this is my way, it's what I do.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
I apologize for writing
about my love or disdain.
For writing of words,
relieves not the fear or pain,
so I will write words to you,
for this is my way, it's what I do.
I have so many flaws,
I won't name them for you,
for my flaws can be more
or they may be a few.
Depends on who you talk to
or these flaws you see,
our mine; I know not of thee.
It was big.
It was dark,
blotting out the Sun.
I was cornered here,
no where to run.
The fear which comes
to you, on a lonely night,
is yours to deal with,
Yours to fight.
My balance is gone,
there goes my chance,
to go on stage,
to sing and dance.
My skill sets gone,
left in the car,
no longer can I be
a singing, dancing star.
Out of the darkness,
it came.
A warm breath of air,
with rain,
to wet the dry earth
and tame,
the day of hot rays,
not blame,
as new life grew
and became,
a greener life for all,
no shame.
If sickness comes to our door,
I'll send it packing. No more
of illness, in this our home.
Go someplace else. Leave us alone.
If I swim,
will I sink?
Does it depend
on food or drink?
Stupid questions,
invading my mind.
I'm confused, any time.
I will go away.
I am on alert,
for those warning signs.
Dementia, creeping in on me;
no history in my family.
Late to bed,
early to rise,
makes me tired.
Not very wise.
The rusty bucket
or my rusty mind,
is sometimes cruel
but mostly kind.
How can I adjust
this trait for you,
as this writing unwinds,
my life's memories,
which are to come,
as Ad Infinitum.
Come back to me
from where you've gone.
I miss seeing thee,
remembering our life's song,
for only my memories
are here. yours are gone.
This life is a shamble,
a terrible show
of a life ruined,
with nowhere to go.
There are those, close to me.
They are near but I never see
them as often, as I'd like it to be.
Friendships change, as time will flee
this World we know is an uncertainty.