today
By
Max Hollyman
Today
I forgot another day.
I have forgotten before and
been alone and lost on the road.
My
phone number I always know
my mind erases; I feel so strange.
Makes me frightened of the future.
People
look at me; it seems like
nobody believes, they say I should
work to be better organized.
I
wonder what will become of me.
I quietly think what to do-
when I completely disappear.
© Max
Hollyman 2002
(See
Max's other piece, The
prisoner.)
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