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Jan 2018
I am trapped, a cage
A room, four walls, a door
A prisoner of my age
They don’t see me anymore
I am the invisible me

They come each day
Clean, cook and wash me clean
Then leave without a say
I am not heard not seen
I am the invisible me

In the quiet of my solitude
I travel, drifting back in memory
And for just a short interlude
I can become what I used to be
Not be the invisible me

The joy that laughter brings
In childhood play
Then grown, marriage rings
Feeling so much love. I want to stay.
Not be the invisible me

I can feel the closeness of the end
My heart is carrying the weight
Not many more days to go
Before I finally reach heaven’s gate
No longer the invisible me
Amanda
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Amanda  F/uk
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