Unfinished Manuscript

 

 

I took a walk through the forest today,

Feeling oh so incredibly small…

Where was my place in this beauty?

Did I ever exist at all?

 

I no longer live where I used to live…

 Anima does not follow the change.

I feel a loss of connection,

When new locations all seem strange.

 

I made a doctor’s appointment,

I forgot it was tomorrow…

I likely won’t return anything…

Involving tools or money I’ve borrowed.

 

I used to scan views of the ocean,

Imagining the distant shore…

Now I rehearse every day in my mind,

Where to place each step on the floor.

 

I should start recording my memories,

All in order on typewritten pages…

Yet they dim even in my own mind,

As each persistent memory ages.

 

I am more than aware my faculties, 

Are becoming more diminished.

The incredible life I once remembered,

Will remain a book unfinished.