Its too much effort to get out of bed,
finally achieved a state of mind where
I don’t want to be in someone’s plans…
I will sit like a Viking in the funereal ship,
Quietly watching the lick and spit of the flames,
I do not have the energy to start again,
Do not have the wherewithal to smile,
Or pass gentle badinage and wit…
When I open my mouth I get a silent scream,
Like a damsel in distress in the old movies,
As the train comes and her mouth opens,
And the written legend: she screams Help!
But I do not want help.
I want my old life back.
I want my woman
And my body as it was.
With joy in my heart
and no grunt in every move.
I only want impossible things,
no pale palliatives will suffice.
DALE M 2021