one lover,
long forgotten,
she fades from olive to pale.
two caretakers,
identities suppressed
after leaving me in this cage.
three children
that never stop by
to refresh my ancient memory.
four grandchildren
never call anymore,
enshrining me in isolation.
five meals a day
turns into three.
the numbers are beginning to vanish.
six distant friends
i used to see for breakfast,
have crawled into their soil beds.
seven books
perched on the counter, withering.
words unread by a blinded man.
eight letters
from eight great-grandchildren
that will forever slip my mind.
nine decades
passing before my colorless eyes.
my age, an unpredictable myth.
ten simple buttons
i can no longer use
to dial my unrecalled family.
eleven minutes pass
as i stumble around my room
unable to put on a shirt.
twelve hours in a day,
but six are spent staring at a wall,
the only thing i'm capable of.
thirteen walls in this room,
that i cannot count.
my brain seems to have packed its bags.
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Poesie- a compilation of slam poetry/ narrative poetry about the labels we put on ourselves and others, internal contracts, hardships, and difficulties. however, we will overcome and defeat because everyone that said we couldn't, were wrong. we just have...
