The end is always on my mind.
The plan is to leave a footprint,
A mark in earth, a sign of existence.
Dreams were an illusion
But I made a mark before I departed.
There is no other purpose for me
But to leave my mark
To try to make a difference in my
Twisted, passive, tentative way
The only thing I can do.
I was meant for so much more
But life has many paths
and I chose the wrong one.
I should have left a breadcrumb trail
So I could backtrack to my true purpose.
But here I am, in the damp, cold dark
Alone with myself and my thoughts
and the tangle of incomprehensible vines
Between my ears, full of good intentions
But capable of nothing.
A disease eats away at my brain,
my only real God given asset.
Overwhelming numbers of ideas,
Thoughts, and memories flood my eyes
And deprive my life of meaning.
Feeling hopeless and stuck
I lift my head up, try to make
the most of it by creating a few words
That will live forever in my memory
To leave my unique mark.
Copyright © 2014 by Erin M. Truesdale
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