ENDING

Dreamily dozing
Half awake to the sounds of consciousness
The letter forming world is slipping slowly away
Dreamily dozing wanting
But not hoping,
Not that,
For something to take the pain away.

The hours are like broken glass
The jagged unformed thoughts
The visitors are like broken glass
The jagged unformed memory prodders and
Unpleasant sunlight mixed with the smell of decay
Oh for something to take the pain away.

Yesterday today and tomorrow strange words
Like vapour from a broken hour glass
The gassy breath of living or dying
Who can say?
Certainly not the white coated servants.
Oh for something to take the pain away.

For my father Alex Talbot April 2009

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