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.

The problem with writing at 3:30 A.M.
smacks of a inane writing,
crazy thought,
rambling prose,
writing words,
why?
Who knows?
I don't
and will read again,
my personal assault
on form.
When words spill forth
with thought unrestrained.
Here I sit.
The words are mine.
I am to blame

It sat alone,
within a box;
on a small
piece of cloth.
The brown eyes,
a black nose,
whimpering sound
of warm delight.
A new puppy
warms the night.
The old memories
crowd the mind.
Comes the sigh
of thinking back,
your first puppy,
white and black.
A different color,
then your neighbors;
still a dog.
Why cant we
do the same
with our humanity?

All thoughts of worry.
All thoughts of dread,
Now keep running through
my white haired head.
There they will stay
until it's judgement day

Do you know me?
I ask of thee,
for I know you
and I can see,
your eyes are lost;
a sign to be
of this our life
and its own uncertainty.

When I think of all the sorrow
and the lives lost; gone tomorrow,
I want to shout and to scream,
Please people, please get the vaccine.

When the words in your mind,
will no longer take flight.
When you lay in your bed,
during the early morning light;
strings of words, stuck in your head.
I must arise to write these words down
or I'll have a lost memory,
once sound, will be gone.
I'll be unable to retrieve exact word
as they disappear, without being heard.

Please return.
Come back to me,
from the place
you go, to flee.

For want of love
a life was lost.
For want of life
a love was lost.
For me, every day
I want to run away.
For this old thought
I'll still stay.

My mind is shredded,
no clear thoughts appear.
All jumbled up words,
is all I can hear.
What to do now,
for I cannot flee
from the words
which are haunting me.

He sat there
in the noisy din,
his arms upward,
hands on his chin.
What are the thoughts
he must now have,
dead in his mind,
where there I saw,
no love present,
no love at all,
only the old fear,
an old craving; He
is just like me.