A practice death

A blank last page
No point in breath
A practice death
That is old age

No deep dug grave
But still confined
A senile mind
No-one can save

Alone can't cope
In need of care
But no-one's there
Not even hope

Insulted, jeered
By carefree young
But blunted tongue
Concedes to fear

Loveless, cold, bleak
The same each day
You waste away
And grow more weak

Ordered to lie
By violent pain
You watch the rain
And then you die