SENILE SOLITUDES

Bare, seated or supine bodies
they seek salvation
in their small and humble sadness ...
They beg and ask for help
in the cold room ...
Nobody can hear them
nobody help them
locked within the four walls
alone with their worms ...
Far from the world
an ungrateful hand stifles the lament
leave marks on the body and mind
wounds of their feelings ...
Weak people
abandon and tired
await and chase the last moments of life
now distant ...
Alone with themselves
they pray and hope
waiting for life
finally try their creed
In the dark of night
they doze off
Between nightmares and pain they try to sleep
waiting for a probable awakening
that finally to all this
can do well.