I love the old porch swing poetry
What’s left of my life’s memories
Going back I find some new stories
Why did they hold them back from me
They think I don’t know what’s going on
Still watching the clocks till I’m gone
Where’s the poems I had for the songs
Tick Tock I know what’s going on
2012 Michael Yost 02/07
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Dementia, Dreaming Paranoia, Faded Memories, Fear, Health, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Writing
My memories rushing, out with the tide
Tears welling up, bubbling goodbye
Feeling good and bad times, slipping away
Body’s braking, hair turning gray
The elders have lapsed, and now are devoid
Scattered away with, the other broken toys
More are slipping, with times we enjoyed
The only slap left, is being unemployed
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Broken Toys, Choices, Consequences, Death, Dementia, Depression, Elders, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Health, Lonliness, losing Memories, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Tide, Unemployed
Dust can only fill these lines
Words split into pieces too fine
Fingers follow attempting rhyme
Calling these dam nightmares benign
Slicing my mind his serpentine
Taking the gray that defines
Making sure my silence won’t whine
Of memories once intertwined
© 2014 Michael Yost 03/26
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Dementia, Fear, Lonliness, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, No Choices, Poetry
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