Akane-Hoshino

Gran-papa’s Whiskey As I sit here in this lonely chair, My brothers left long before. They look at me; the crazy old man, The one who’s lost his marbles. I watch all move around me, So easy it must be for them. I hear the sirens, Struggle for the ground. The nurses. They yell for help, Again, another sedative. Don’t they hear them? Don’t they hear those sirens? We’re being attacked! Please! Don’t let me die like this! They put me back to bed, The sheets too tight. My voice lost long ago, A shell of who I once was. They don’t see my face, My eyes show glass, no reflection. No empathy from those fac