Sunday, August 28, 2016

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

Monday, August 8, 2016


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

© Ginny Brannan 2016