Fears of aging

Words evade me, wrestling

from my grasp

and then float as if taunting,

calling me to chase

They have been silent

for so long I hardly

recognize my old friends

its as if a curtain has drawn

closing off the light

as they mull around

waiting for their turn

at my pen’s tip, waiting to matter

but this curtain, scares me

because the the words have

always found a way

to break through

This black curtain seeps

into my daily life

and words that used to come

so freely in speech

Are starting to escape

as I speak and ideas

have been muddled

to the black goo

of age and memories

of loves and lovers

are slipping from memory

and with no escape

from darkness as I wake

and sit with my coffee

in the morning looking

and hoping that at least

the words will come

with the daybreak

and rescue me from

my fears of age