I’ve forgotten quite,
What it is to linger awhile.
After trying times and untold miseries,
I’ve forgotten, really
What it is to simply be.
My body has lost the beat of terror,
My muscles refuse to acknowledge pain,
My eyes betray what feeling is.
My senses defy spontaneity,
My heart is incapable of throbbing,
My feet can’t find and feel the frost of time.
My hands can’t reach out to touch,
My fingers can’t play what they loved to,
My memory fails me…