Lost I seem, during my sunset years,
Abandoned by my near and dears,
My home isn’t the home it used to be,
The warmth has faded into winters icy.

The framed pictures on the mantelpiece,
Seem like cherished moments from fictional movies,
People whom I once called family,
Have neglected me and lack empathy.

My sunset years have turned out to be a vicious curse,
I wonder if my state could get even worse,
My body and mind are degenerating day by day,
Pain is the only companion that seems to stay.

Memories appear in flashes and go,
Happiness is a word that seems hollow,
One day I may even forget my name,
What is life, if not a disastrous game?

I desire to live no more,
I’m a stranded tree along the shore,
I wish for an eternal slumber that brings silence and peace,
Where all the pain would finally cease.

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