My history is much bigger
Than me because
I am just a nobody
A single lonely entity.
With no personality
Or credibility
Just an old man now
Barely a memory.
With no friends to see
Or come and see me
My past is vast
But now irrelevant.
Like many things
Over time,
I feel I‘m edging closer
To the end of the line.
I feel I’ve unwound
After continual decline
With no real concern
For living anymore.
As I’m close to death
With very little left
I had my fair share
But no longer care.
Nothing lasts forever
Apart from lost treasure
And bones., unless cremated
Incinerated into dust.
Unlike before, now
Old and retired,
I travelled far and wide
To every shore.
Memories remain
But loved ones have died
That helped me survive
And cherish everyday.
Creating skies of blue, but now only grey.
Freedom is history
Now I’m home bound
It’s like a prison
A place where I’m hidden.
Here I isolate
Only food and drink
Deliveries I awai
To keep the cogs turning
And my heart beating
Until it decides to join me
By giving up completely
And creating a definitive end.
Goodbye strangers
Hello friends
This is the now
The end.
© 2020 – Colin E. Pyle