Dust To Dust

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Deep within my soul

I’m screaming from

unforeseen torture

-every day

 

Blood that flows

within my veins

leave my body

-cold as ice

 

Teardrops falling

down my face and

into my mouth

-taste of salt

 

No one to care

for me, feed me

or hear my

-spirit cry

 

Sores upon my

body leave open

wounds infected

-with pus

 

My bones are

hard and turning

to stone from

-no movement

 

Grant me one

wish today to die

and pass into

-the light

 

-Dust To Dust-

 

 

 

Author's Note

This poem was actually written with my grandmother in mind. My grandmother sufferred a ten year battle of Alzheimer's Disease. Even though we took very good care of her, this disease robs you of your memories, dignity, and voice.

Reviews

[jakelsen]

Very moving. I like the cadence of this piece and the structure. One thing though, wounds would be infected with PUS, not puss. Changes the meaning entirely, doesn't it? That's one of those things spell check doesn't catch, cause they're both words.