Not Alone?

A Diatelle poem, syllable count of 1,2,3,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,3,2,1, rhyme scheme of abbcbccaccbcbba

Not Alone?

I,
Alone.
Lying prone
No one else here.
But still ringing, the phone.
I would answer, but something’s queer.
My hands are tied, can’t get it to my ear.
My memory’s fuzzy, something’s over my eyes.
Can’t move an inch, no idea what’s near,
But now alone, I find I fear.
For a floorboard did groan
Who’s here? Unclear.
Not alone,
At home.
Why?

Jim Dorrell
2/15/11