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
Four walls surrounding me
An invisible force field
Won’t allow me to leave
Shadows can’t grasp it all
I’m responsible to me
My own parameters
Isolation my choice
No drama from others
Not being able to see my
Silent places outdoors
Makes me grieve until
Until the sun rises
© 2012 Michael Yost 09/28
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