Losing HerA Poem by DreamWeaver 2154A tale of love, of loss, and everything in betwen. (Inspired by TV's Cold Case, Episode #4 "Churchgoing People")
Rain-washed rails,
untold tales The secret of the night, candles burning, burning bright My soul is torn, torn to shreds angry colors in my mind, oranges, reds The day is done, the night is here and so my intentions become more clear Time took you, warped your mind it left you broken, clueless, blind to all that you knew, your family, your friends, thus my nightly torture soon begins I ask for only one thing this evening that you truly live, remember, not simply breathing for you were taken from me those years ago I remember you so strong, so bold Stolen from me, you hold my heart in your hands it's always been there, waiting for another chance to prove my worth, to show you I care but now my needs dissipate like smoke in the air Because it is not what I want, nor can it ever be for though I need you, I see that you need me to guide you on, you've lost your way and in the past your mind and heart will stay I need you now, your comfort, your warmth but in your best moments, you're true to form, unknowing, afraid, your memories scrambled once collected, respected, your life is in shambles I see you now, a ghost of your former glory and I realize it is me that is left to tell your story one of love, one of loss, your memories sealed within your voice, your words, some secrets never revealed and so I leave you to sleep, to dream of better days your mind lost to the ages, caught in Alzheimer's maze I will remain here, strong, ever present, never leaving, though silently, I'm breaking, cursing, screaming with frustration, with anger, my emotions run wild but I can't blame you, not a woman, you're a child but to me, the woman you were, the one I knew is dead even as you lie here, your hand in mine, whispering my name in yoru bed
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5 Reviews Added on April 14, 2012 Last Updated on April 24, 2012 Tags: Alzheimer's, Losing Her AuthorDreamWeaver 2154Inman, SCAboutHi Everyone, I'm starting to realize that my passion, while hidden for so long, lies in the written word, as opposed to the voice, art, or anything else. I didn't think i wanted to become a writer,.. more..Writing
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