PWD Terri Gadal Feb 2015

Written by Terri Gadal February 2015

Along with myself

I long to stay
in these moments
of passing
lost in thought
and losing them
along with myself

Feb 4, 2015

.*.

Before Twilight

My last fight
shaky in the ring
days of fright
to the past I cling
memory takes flight
forgetting stings
lost in plight
a final string
before twilight

Feb 5, 2015

.*.

I forget

I forget
names
and faces
I forget
times
and places
I forget
days
and hours
I forget
dazed
in ciphers
I forget
one
and all
I forget
not young
to recall
and so…
I forget

Feb 6, 2015

.*.

Off somewhere

I’m off somewhere
without a care
or a friend
I can recall
no voice or words
left to share

Feb 10, 2015

.*.

Last Gasp

I can almost hear
the silence
in the shadows
of my past
struggling for balance
standing here
in a meadow
at memories I grasp
lost in fear
I can almost hear
the sirens
taking my last
gasp….

Feb 20, 2015

.*.

Vanquished Identity

I stare blankly
up into the heavens
of vanishing intensity
with confused expression
this my vanquished identity

Feb 27, 2015

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