KICKED TO THE CURB LAMENT

harps-on-the-willows
Online art

One keeps living on,

but has no idea

how it is even possible.

Can lungs that breathe

no oxygen

still function?

Can a body with a cavernous

hole in its center

exist?

Can a mind with no meaning

still process thought?

I am living proof

of animated flesh

that no longer

has a soul.

 

 

 

 

CAREGIVERS LAMENT

clarity
Photo ~ my own

My day is so full of countless incongruent pieces that slip off the table.

It is like being in a nightmare where you are running as hard as you can, but the landscape doesn’t change.

Then the fear chatters at me and I do wonder if my mind is sifting away bit by bit . . . .