Born to be domesticated
in a white, controlled desert
tending to two-leggeds –
blamed for delinquencies
I fed but did not groom –
privacy overrun by wannabes
everyone has their own scheme –
I am finished, threaten to disclose
neglect – no limitation to disgust
What fate is this? Abandoned
only to perish – Have I not been
loyal? Accepting of my role?
Tending to young, in charge of
personal care – translation:
laundry – only comfort solitude.
Past – as industrious as a line
of ants – no longer viable, I am
nothing, dependents gone;
bodily restrictions now claim me
forgotten dreams dissolved – I am
dependent, unwilling legs confine
care unpredictable – ward of the
state – semblance of nutrition
provided, encouraged to sanitize
my body, my attitude; no rest
this home is overpopulated –
vocal laments torment old ears
Pestered by small things, would
leave, stop being a burden, am
decidedly stuck, until life fades.
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One Woman's Quest 