You have no idea where you are,
you have been left
to wander in the mist
walking up and down this corridor
with a name tag on your wrist.
The faces you see,
you don’t recognise anymore
as you spend your days
searching for the exit door.
What is going on in your mind
is anybody’s guess
but my one small comfort is
you never seem to be in distress.
When I come to visit
I keep you company on your walk,
speaking softly to you
as I try my best to get you to talk.
You look at me as if
you never saw me before,
but it’s me your son
you are choosing to ignore.
What I would give
to hear you call out my name
or even some acknowledgement
you were glad that I came.
After each visit you look at me
and wonder why
you have been kissed,
when I bid you farewell
so you can resume
wandering in the mist.

Wow. What a poignant piece. Heartbreaking and so well written. Thank you for sharing.
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You are welcome and thanks for the kind words.
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You truly have talent. I am in awe of all of your poems 👏
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You’re very kind.
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Very evocative…
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Excellent work
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Thanks
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