Can't See the Sun

1st October 2022

I’m standing in the sun,
watching clouds grow,
they descend on me as a mist,
taking those I know,
every day a wave,
washing a little more away,
the sand beneath my feet,
memories astray.

A terrible thing the lapping,
being slowly set adrift,
only childhood memories remain,
through which I now sift.

My mind it is trying to look back,

…but the waves,

…they have washed away the trail,

…and I’m confused,

…and I’m very scared,

…and I sense, I won’t prevail.

I sense I won’t prevail,
(a sketch by my daughter).

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