I Know

I can think of no feeling worse than knowing

You have outlived your usefulness.

All my life I have had direction, purpose, and objective.

Always considering myself blessed.

Now, in my twilight years

I have nothing to do but be reflective.

Every mistake I’ve made,

Now haunts my waking and sleeping hours

Each good memory I have,

The Ghost of the past devours.

Taunting me with eternal peace

And eternal rest;

I have to fight to overcome

Each of these evil tests.

I don’t know how much longer I can

“Hold the Fort,” alone.

So, I turn to God often

And beg him for release

From these demons

Whose attacks never cease.

I know that he is my salvation

Both now and evermore

I know that to my very core.

©2016 Bobbi Ann Duffy