Dementia’s realness with no lifeline, <br />The burning desires spills its ashes <br />On reality thru the twilight years. <br />Memories struggle against the power <br />Of the black hole of nothing, <br />That claw at your struggle <br />To hold memories in a box. <br />A box of time zones black and white, <br />Now spilt out in fragments <br />In disarray <br />All around your feet, <br />Tapping to the memento of the rocking chair. <br />I of your blood, who love you so, <br />Cannot let you go to the shuffle rooms of an <br />Old peoples home. <br />Your glazed eyes see thru me, <br />Am I not real, a ghost <br />A shell of myself? I feel you know. <br />Breakfast time approaches <br />“Mum your tablets” <br />You exude repetition <br /> “Before or after? ” <br /> “After mum, after.<br /><br />Ken e Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-or-after-alzheimers/
