I like the way you used the age intertwined with what is happening to you.

I love it, Brenda.

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

wonderful work my dear crim. always aspiring.

Perfection is your middle name. Excellent. xox

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. By the way you forgot an r in your title. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautiful work.

That last line had me sighing. Really nice work, Crimsin

Amazing! Can feel every word in this poem. xo

A goody

Beautifully penned, Amethyste. Another excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you Damian.

That is sweet. Can you imagine your heart beating hoping it was from that person.

I once found a folded up love poem along the side of a road. Perhaps someone has thrown it out the car window.
It was actually written really well. I wrote a reply to it, although I had no idea who wrote the first one, or who it was to. I just felt like it deserved an answer. Too bad they never knew that a writer had found their poem. It wasn’t written for nothing after all.
Your little poem here brings back that memory for me. So thank you for your poem, it too has meaning to us readers.

Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

Tremendous work, my friend.

Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

John

It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend