Sanity

Short poem on the fear of getting old

Sanity

It slowly disappeared
Over the years
Bringing true,
It's owner's worst fears
When it was lost
The true hell began
The price it cost
Would forever label him
Now in the darkness
He would stay
With only the mattress
On which he lay
In the darkest recess
Of his mind..
Is the only place..
In which to find...
What he lost..
For what he'll pay..
Until his final,
Resting Day....
Kara Lynn Kampen

Copyright ©2008 Kara Lynn Kampen