What a sad feeling,
Of summer days passed,
Breath on the windows now,
Winds blowing and unraveling of the leaves,
Shades of orange,
Chilliness in the air,
Breathing in the scent of autumn's time,
And remembering summer days passed.

End has come.
End of the dark road.
The wretched twisting of my heart.
Heart drained of blood.
Wringing of wet cloth ****** dry.
So much darkness.
Secrets.
Be at peace, the forgiven one.
Turned to ash.
I will grieve you.
For them.
Put you to rest in my head.
Be at peace, the forgiven one.

my quantum of love for you,
in space, time and continuum,
until all the seas run dry,
mountains erode flat,
so powerful a distance,
limitless dimension,
contemplating forever,
I love you to the moon and back.

I feel isolated and alone,
removed from myself,
like being in an empty box with no door,
like a cage with no bars,
under lock and key,
my own prison in my head,
im in survivor mode

There is a thunder in my brain,
rush of adrenaline,
my secret addiction,
better than chocolate,
all consuming my body and mind,
extraordinary love,
nothing mediocre about you,
sweet tenderness,
inspiring my ingenuity,
making love not war with each other,
your face tatooed on my heart,
love to us is a verb,
this is mad love.

I am a work of art,
A colorful canvas now shaded gray,
I am suddenly clueless in my own dementia,
Wrinkled paper mache,
Stories to tell but long forgotten,
Faded memories make me smile,
My complex concentration so frustrating,
Everything should be a no brainer but it's not,
Peace of mind is a struggle inside my head,
My visual perception is altered and is watercolored and muted,
Youth was a blunder to me,
I have more wrinkles but fewer doubts,
My fear is my vanity,
Growing old is a privilege, denied by many.
Not I.  
I am a classic beauty.

stepping stones over water,
do not falter my steps,
I move clumsily and lumber,
easily trudging here and yonder,
checking out my swagger,
I saunter and I strut,
strolling no apparent aim,
walk a mile in my shoes,
you shall surely stumble.