This Quadriplegic Heart
This quadriplegic heart
gone the way of the dinosaur,
deprived, feelings deceasing,
mind and body carrying on
as one dead and existing.
Solitary isolation my prison shroud,
worn, and no one comes near,
tender touches and tender words,
memories confined to a fading past,
as I embrace loneliness like a lover.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
This Quadriplegic Heart
This quadriplegic heart
gone the way of the dinosaur,
deprived, feelings deceasing,
mind and body carrying on
as one dead and existing.
Solitary isolation my prison shroud,
worn, and no one comes near,
tender touches and tender words,
memories confined to a fading past,
as I embrace loneliness like a lover.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry “Musing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2” and “An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing” both available on Amazon