Losses

 

My hungers, thwarted – starved.

Justice, love, friendships, dreams.

My appetites, suppressed – denied.

Intelligence, passion, sex – dead.

 

For now, they only live in my head.

Regrets – many – living passed, I have cried

as all I have let slip away, it seems

leaves my spirit, my soul dry as stone – carved.

 

These, the thoughts of an old man

who thought, believes – does the best he can

with oh so little in his bag - he has at hand.

Family, friends – ghosts at the other end of this land.

 

B. J. “A” 2

August 11^th 2004