Dumbstruck
Where will my words go When I can no longer speak. When Parkinson’s fluffs my lines For the last time. And the grey matter fails to stir When groping for le bon mot. Or when called upon to say The simple words: I don’t know. Choking on a consonant Coughing up a vowel. Struck dumb as stridency Suddenly succumbs to silence. And my last sentence tails off before completion.This post first appeared on Angie's Diary | Literary Magazine & Guest, please read the originial post: here
