There is a
on the corner
where the four
Her eye is
She lays down
Asks "do you wish
tea of wormwood
She will enchant
your mind now
into fields of
I planted my garden
on the wrong side
of moon forgetting
tides of ocean
lunar wax wane
despair gave off
a single fruit...
I ate it
my eyes grew
Living in shadows I scarcely stir.
Each motion brings pain with fear
of falling, breaking brittle bones
or bruising my spider web skin.
I see so little. Sunlight blinds my
rheumy eyes. Night dims my world
leaving just vague outlines.
Food is stale, bitter. Thirst savage.
No liquids quench me. My bodily
functions often fail befouling me.
All these years weigh down my soul.
Hearing faded, everything in whispers.
My breath is raspy, without strength.
My mind dull with defeat. I count only
my losses and remember nothing
but the dead. My memory is pain.
I cannot celebrate births. My great
grandchildren died so long ago.
Why must I always wait here?
God, have you forgotten me?