Maybe I’m stupid, maybe too hardheaded , I don’t want to give up

I’m old, parts of me starting to sag,

gravity is a bitch, so they say.

Who are “they” anyways?

These days, the cold wind cuts through my clothes,

I feel the icy touch in my bones.

Theres no escaping the cruel reality, I’m old.

I try to ignore the obvious. “The elephant in the room” .

Standing there, in the dark corner, grinning like a fool.

Motionless.

Eyes are dead.

“Don’t say dead!”

I look back on the warmth of my youth.

Making love to a beautiful girl under that tree.

The grass was green, and the sun golden.

Things were a lot warmer back then.

What was her name?

The memory fades.

I’m alone, or am I?  I have a hard time figuring that out sometimes.

I don’t see people. Only silhouettes.

Now I’m sitting here, in my frayed robe and thin pajamas, with death in the corner.

How long has he been here?

Cold air biting at my ears.

My pale withered hands resting in my lap.

Wisps of vapor, escaping my lungs with every raspy exhale.

Smoky tendrils floating upward and,

quickly vanishing into the pale light.

A visible reminder that I am still in the game!

Can’t have me yet! But I have no courage to tell him that.

The grin of death, widens.

My heart starts beating fast.

I shiver, it’s so cold. I wish he would go away,

Don’t come back another day.

I still have much to do.

“What do you have to do old man?”

I search my cluttered mind and come up with nothing.

Is this what madness is? Rooms filled with useless and forgotten memories.

An endless tsunami of images, voices and thoughts, washing over me with full force.

I can’t seem to find anything when it counts!

Why is my mind so disorganized these days?

I want to find my way back to that place. That place in the sun.

Making love to that beautiful girl. What was her name?

I would marry her. Or maybe I did.

The place with no regrets. Sins are forgiven and forgotten.

I miss everyone from those days. Where in the hell did all they go?

I know I was there. I just can’t seem to find my way there anymore.

My days in the sun, are long behind me.

Was there ever such a place? I can’t remember.

His lunatic grin widens.

Consumes his whole face now.

“You just don’t get it old timer?”

Tears start to stream down my face as the reality starts to sink in.

“You can’t remember because you ran out of road. There isn’t anymore ahead of you.”

Shaking my head I look down at my wrinkled hands. This can’t be true, can it?

“Take your time old man, you’ll figure it out eventually.”

“I’m not leaving…”

I just don’t understand…

Why don’t he go away?