Hour Nine

I’m lost nowhere to be found.
The old me not around.
I’m not the me of yesterday,
Not of the past, the future, nor even today.
As life often does, it shifted and turned,
Forged a new trail through the wood.

My friends are all gone,
Left me standing alone,
To find a new life myself.
Reduced to pills on a shelf,
My life has no meaning is going nowhere,
Not sure where I’ve been and how I got here.

I’m hurting,
And in pain,
Running away,
From life again.

Lord help me please,
I’m begging on my knees,
Seeking some release,
From this my disease.

Of seizures and epilepsy,
And no more surgeries.
Rid me of the pnes,
Allowing me rest.

I’ve lost myself and no one can see me.
No longer her from long ago,
I’m missing and forgotten you see.
Memories faded from long ago,
Lost and not found,
Buried deep in the ground.
Where no one can find me.