Poem -

Searching for Light

mid fog dementia

                                                          What we seem to have here, is another old man
                                                                feeling his way, while still above ground,
                                                                       simply searching for answers ..

                                                             Just another old man, drowning real slow,
                                                         in the muddle of what his own life has become
                                                               now on show, displayed and revealed ..

                                                       After all said and done, he’s just another old man
                                                              messing with words, searching for light
                                                               and desperate, to find a reason, to die ..

 

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Marion

You seem to have managed to convey the unreal reality of a fading mind Nev, I hope this is just an observation and not at all related to your own health x

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Neville

Observations are us .. I guess its what we do .. Cheers M x

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