Sometimes I don’t think
that I can live like this another day.
My recurring nightmares
cloud my days in a haze of gray.
Sometimes I don’t have feelings
in body parts that should be in motion.
I care not about unimportant actions
and for the things that are real I have no emotions.
Sometimes I don’t see the truth
when someone needs my total attention.
They don’t seem to understand
that my mind is weak of thoughtful retention.
Sometimes I don’t hear a single word
of a worthful meaningful conversation.
And my once proud attitude
is no longer up for a fight, or debation.
Sometimes I have no flare for taste
of any kind of news that have a happy conclusion.
And as I lay here in my crippled bed
I don’t know if you are here, or you’re just an illusion.
Sometimes I think I remember you
even though you haven’t come around for years.
Oh, I’m so sorry I think I have to close my eyes
before they swell in pity and much forgotten tears.
Yes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes!!!!!!!!!
Copyright © 2008 Oscarelizondo
Somewhere in this world is an old person that has been forgotten.