Now she’ll dwell in ten years old
My God .. to bear such loss!
At times I feel that I forget
One thing I surely know__
To lose ones mind!
Forget ones name
Black stallions stampede
Paint me a picture
Is it a grey area?
Mother, where are you?
Peace and rest, if words as these abide
No use to fight this beast,
Dearest mother:
You've fought well
My dearest lady of them all.
Cradled in torment
One hand against the other
At times, hands she sees __ familiar
Then turn __ a stranger in the mirror to fear
My dearest one __ loving mother
Whom I’ll wear in heart,
Till MY time surely comes
Instead of MUM
Or maybe __ I __ am lost in mind?
Although she lives __ I feel great loss
A living dead, who walks lamenting
Sometimes panicked at the thought of losing mind
Then flick the switch, ascend Alzheimer’s shudder
Sinking to acceptance of fate worse than death
Forget all past
Lose comprehension
Distended patterns of criss-cross --
black and white, of abstract lost in thought
Simplistic to the norm
as climbing back into the womb
vertigo!!
around the emptiness
as whirlwind’s confusion
centres in the head
Am I a voice crying in the vast unknown
It rears its ugly head;
regardless of how many times we wish it naught
I am helpless in your plea to save you from this war,
into uncharted regions;
as I stab and smash my hands against cement walls
and beg this merciless demon set you free!
You’ve won the grandest battle
You've loved, been kind,
shown faith and courage,
have known life