To walk,
is to begin again,
I feel my life coming to an
end.
I feel young,
but age has withered me away.
Bringing older,
Silvery tinged skin.
Was the frustration of family,
the only thing that anchored
me?
With it gone,
sailing free has broken the
dream.
I’d wish for a midlife
crisis,
if I could afford the toys,
but the breakdown will have to
suffice.
The loss of interest,
question, wonder.
Sanity forsakes me.
Boredom relegates me
To less than the sum of my
parts,
Roll out the carpet.
- 01/01/2018, Ngatimoti
