Apologies from Assisted Living

one year has passed by

and my ward I must vote aye

to keep within the realm of man

my mind searches for where it began

however,

the serpents of thought and hate

that escape the souls haunted gate

terrorize the mind in memory’s time

from the passage that is thy tongue

the demons of thought are sprung

lashing and thrashing the spirits soar

through the air as our breath does roar

without passage back 

our apologies stack

letters of great stature

to our self less mature

and in the years gone bye

wisdom now in our eye

we scold our child from within

tell him where to begin

to change what we have become

and maybe our tiny world some

but alas we cry

no tears left to dry

and shake our soul shall violently

as our demons dance in glee

to celebrate our desolation

from long forgotten devastation

one year has passed 

and my reminder has amassed

upon my doorway

the government letter lay

to remind me how

one year from now

one year shall have passed