Lingering
I sometimes in my lucid memories feel
Confusion obfuscating my recall.
I feel annoyed with everything I see,
Annoyed with my annoyance most of all.
No, no one sees the bother in my thought
The nearest ones to me, have suffered most.
In agitated nothings I am lost,
My dignity was ravished in reproach.
In ever shrinking circles I was bound
From club to house, to room and now to bed,
Forgetting and forgotten all around,
More unremembered living than if dead.
I was prepared and longed to say goodbye,
I never thought it took so long to die.