I do not sleep but listen to the night…
I lost who it was what they were to do for me & my
words I have no good translator & no one waits for me to find them.
I’m old reliant on carers with their own problems no
longer mobile desperate worry anxious.
Some are better than others but still there’s the unknown
forgetfulnesses & distress when they’re remiss.
I’m always moving I can’t relax I can’t sit down I
worry bout the cats their reassurances don’t convince me,
& I am lonely…
Being 90 everyone a stranger people whose job it is
make out like it’s a favour.
Others knowing better waiting for a letter that will
speak to my youth this is my truth.
I do not sleep
But listen
To the night…
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
Comments
Post a Comment