Bait and Switch

The bait was dangled from the pole

a promise wrapped in veiled disguise

a deadline set, so too - the goal.

The bait was danged from the pole

you sold your body, heart and soul

for story riddled, full lies…

the bait left dangling from a pole,

the promise— just a veiled disguise.

©  Ginny Brannan 2016

Forgotten

I exist in a limbo where memories slip 

from the tip of my tongue,

where sentences fade, incomplete  

  What was I just saying… I forgot…

Such profound loneliness in this place

where strangers surround me

Where is my family?

Where is my home?

Where are the people I once knew?

I cling to any kindness shown…

though I can’t find the words

      I still “feel”

In this ever-shrinking existence

images of my youth pass swiftly

and anticipation of death…
 no more loneliness nor pain

            ...now reign

© Ginny Brannan 2016