The Home

Like lost animals they sit

Round in circles of despair

Trying to remember

Why they are even there.

Their eyes are still blinking

But have lost their spark

Their energy has faded

They are left in the dark.

Microwave meals

And countless cups of tea

The nurses never rest

From tending to the elderly.

They now are like children

Innocent and vulnerable

Their personality is gone

They can’t recognise themselves.

Their families visit

Now and again

Pretending to care

Pretending to love.

But how can they be loved

When they’re just a shell of a person

Now the empty home

Of that once vibrant soul.