Falling. Bottomless. Tumbling.
Bloodless,
painful joints;
Grasping
nothing.
Writing
to know You.
I is nothing with out U.
Writing this,
like this,
formless, meaningless….
I;
nothing
Meaning?
No meaning.
Am!
All I know, can know, hope to know, hear, see, feel:
no form.
Am?
Was!
Pin-ball wizard!
Damaged hands.
Motion. Memories of motion; e-motion.
Broken/English, back-hand, left-hand, no hand.
No spin; dead ball.
For(n)ever!
Wish it’d “Go”!
But it won’t.
TTD
Filed under: Being Human, Death. And Life., Dying, Existential, Introspection, Loss, Meaning, Mortality, Musings, Qualities of Life, Stroke and Its Aftermath, The Blues, The Poem Club Tagged: disability, emotion, Existential, loss, Meaning, Pain, Poetry