Yet still - I pray — in
silent stoke though you do not
see me still

I is me in a
silently - no more spoken
no more me

my first critic my mother
now my verse infused with her

she sits in the wheel chair
shrouded in her mind
we cannot break through

she rests now on my mind
fade in her mist

so is a chance
see you pass me
I barely feel
you in my mind

what is and what will
never be we sigh and walk
on my dear

I is in me out
side in I cannot know me
you not me

failure illusion
success failure inside out
so is I