Senile

In a house
Filled with love
And forgetfulness

Embodies the life
Beyond life, you see.
As they cripple
Unaided

Their pain still lingers
Their souls are broken
Unknown for eternity
But still they�ve tried
To be alive
For such reason
We don�t know

They wanted love
For the last time
Even they are inside
Among the others
Weak and feeble
Without any real family

They cry for a reason
Of pain
Physically
But deep inside
We don�t know

They eat
For a reason of usual pleasure
They still breathe
For they still want to live
And they sleep
Eagerly, their reasons
For life will end�

Ultimately

Reviews

[Dante Balsote]

"They still breathe, for they still want to live..." Such statements pertain to the will and a sense of responsibility. And only a few can deliver it to actuality. There is sadness looking at the old. But are they really lost? No. They are forever stored in the past.

"I will carry this suture
Into the future.
The past never passes
It simply amasses."

[S. Paul Reinert]

sad, powerful. Simple imagery that gets to the heart of the subject, I like the way you closed it out most of all. bravo.

[Kasia A. Tilander]

I work at an old age home, so that is what drew me to this piece initially. Your words moved me, saddened me somewhat and made me remember why ultimately I keep coming back to a job I find heart wrenching. I do it for them.

Kasia.

[Leah Simone]

This is a wonderful portrait of a nursing home setting where the smiles are withering but still visible. -Leah