I've Got A Feeling I Have Lost All Your Devotion Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, I've got motor neurone disease.
Every facility is leaving me like the leaves on the trees.
Indeed, I doubt my competence now even to breathe.
As heartache takes over me, it drops me off at the terminus.
I've got a fear. I missed the last bus.
I've got a fear. I missed the last flowering bud.
To whisk -up a bee's dance and not crush him like a bug.
I've got a feeling I have lost all your devotion.
And now I'm drowning in an ocean.

I've got an inclining, I'm a bust.
Full of rust, tears are leaking like a cold, leaky radiator.
Oh, remember how it once was warm to your touch?
Darling, where did it all go wrong?
Did I ever say I was perfect?
Should I stay and disappoint?
Darling, what would be the point?
Even a compass has four portions you can navigate.
But it all takes place under one sun.
And I want to follow you like a bird.
Never migrating, hearing only the echo of time
Hearing the heart the wing of a beating bird.