it's down to this

it's down
to this. unmoved in his chair
by the window.
a t.v. on,
a nurse
near by staring into
her phone
waiting for a tap
or bell
to ring to tell her that
he needs something.
a drink,
food, a trip to
a far away room,
a book
or photo to hold
in his lap
while the sun hanging
ominously in the sky
refuses to move.
it's slow dying
with these machines
and pills,
the lot is cast.
he's underwater and sinking,
almost to the bottom
of this old life.