Slipping Away Poem by Ronald Brissette

A tear seeps endlessly through all those forgotten days
Crying out to be heard as it oozes on it way

My ear hear only now-I cannot spare time
Looking to dreams as I only hear death whine

What prize won from life can be taken to the dead
When darkness creeps into my head-while I lie in bed

My thoughts, only my thoughts paint the images of my past
Fogy-so hard to see, why do they not last?

If only I could see
The past memories of me

How sweet was my mother’s breast?
An “A” my first “A” I received on a test

Love-pressing upon my lips-a firm young nipple-
Two bodies tangled up-horizontal hour glass-with pleasurable ripples-

Marching to some unknown tune-moving a tassel from left to right-
All my clothes turned to olive drab-time to fight-

I dos all said-I caressing my first born head-
The etching of my life upon my soul-fading-words I have not said-

I only can see the white light at the foot of my bed
I can see so many I know are dead.

I no longer feel any pain-
Oh yes, I hear someone calling my name-