ALONE IN THE DARK

I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.

The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone, 
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the staff.

This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself. 
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming. 

THE LURE OF NATURE

frogsign:

THE LURE OF NATURE

The sounds.
Crash.
Swoosh.
Bang.
The smells.
Salty.
Fresh.
Fish.
The sights.
Blues.
Sun.
Birds.
The feeling.
Ocean breeze.
Wet.
Cold.
Nothing is like it.
Nothing can ever replace it.

THE RAIN

zen-mommy:

RAIN CAN BE SOOTHING.
THE SOUND OF ITS PATTER ON THE ROOF.
THE FRESH SMELL OF WET GRASS.
WATCHING IT FALL ON PEOPLE AND CARS.
YES, IT CAN BE SOOTHING
IF YOU’RE WARM AND DRY.