Wounds of the Heart inspired by a client

Sores of the feet I walk no more
Alone. all alone to die
I cannot move
I wait for them, they come no more
I call, the bell rings
My thumb hurts
My hands are frail
They do for me no more
I am weak unable to move about
I shower no more
Alone, yes alone

The phone rings and rings
No answer, no visitors
They never come
Cards and gifts
They mean nothing to me
I want to feel, touch and hold
I feel pain being alone
They give me joy
Family is what I need
I need you now my hour is not far
Alone, yes alone