Lost in Sentience

 
In an unconscious drool
I crawl on hands and knees.
My swim is lacking fuel –
“ more breast milk, please.”

Too small to reach above
zero experience
too young still needing love
Lost,
lost in sentience.

Mixed emotions, teen aged,
struggling to be sane;
I know all & nothing
drown me with cellophane.

Finished mouse school and maze
caught in a rat’s trap bait
innocence lost, a phase?
still lost in sentience.

To old to have it all
my gait now slows and lags.
I’m nearing terminal,
where is that plastic bag!

Not too late, to awake
from a hopeless penance!
Forgive!
Live!
Love!
Create!


Conscious in sentience. . .