Nursing Home

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Sad way to starve,
 a mind ,
 a body,
The love of life,
Melts,
But the chairs roll,
 and slippers smooth the halls empty memories.
Because who wants to look in a mirror and Die ,



honest  ?

Author's Note

Asymmetrical information, will take your love.

Reviews

[Tree]

Potent, and thoughtful. I am thinking about this piece in not just a detached /reader way, but trying to slip myself in front of that mirror, too. Memory is the link to everything that makes you You, sever that and you are lost, lost in a world that is devoid of all past love, all sense of self. Imagine, being pulled into the abyss slowly one day at a time and not being able to put your finger on why are you are hurting so much, why your love has nothing ––– nobody, to connect to....
I think I've said this before. It's why I write. Because one day, I won't be able to remember. It is why, I document.


Diego

[Sami Khalil]

A very touching and marvelous poem on this subject. The love of life is slipping away in those nursing homes. Thank you for sharing...:)............

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this hits hard...my folks are in their 90's---and barely surviving with in home help...but they are just one roll, one slipper step away from this...i pray they can die in their own home...that is what they want ...
the forgetfulness is the biggest worry.

only time will tell.

[TL Boehm]

the chairs roll and slippers smooth the halls, empty memories.
this one touches me deeply. Lost my grandma to alzheimers....

[lee von cleef]

thank you, my mom the same way.