Lonely old man

He's old.
His days creep forward, annoying and slow.
Nothing is as he was told.
Everything to high or to low.
He sees the world as a blury bubble
and it takes so long before they reach him.
He's a prisoner within.
He doesn't understand them or himself.

A glass of water shakes in his hand.
Why his shirt is wet all the time he doesn't understand.
He's alone, his loved ones are gone
Every sound is confusing.
A painful explosion
but it hurt even more when he hears nothing at all.
His senses fade away.
Another - I sit in my chair - day
Let me be, let me out
He wants to cry
He wants to....