In Between Worlds

A disease slowly robs a lady of her memory.

Torture, anger, fear, gripping her mind, flowing through her veins.

She's tangled in a web of despair of what's to come.

Aizheimer eats at her brain, leaving nothing but the heart pumping

blood through a body with a dying mind.

 

She sits wondering how long she has before her lucid mind fades completely.

Anger as sharp as glass slices through her heart.

Memories of the past invades her thoughts.

Soon all memories will be evaporated from her life.

 

The present she will hold each second to her heart.

Soaking in every moment that her mind doesn't decieve her.

The past is gone, but not forgotten yet.

She closes her eyes and let's her mind go down memory lane.

She's feeling freer than she's felt in ages

The future is bleak and unwanted.

 

She refuses to let the disease run her life.

Life will move ahead and she plans to live it to the fullest.

When her memories do betray her, she prays the life in

between worlds will be gentle.

 

 

Author's Note

Hope it's good. Please let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Dream Slave]

I relate to this for all the wrong reasons. My grandmother suffers from this disease. Doesn't remember anyone already and when she does is in tiny five minute lapses. Grandpa died a month ago and she still asks for him. Every time when we tell her she answers differently. Sad when a person loses touch with everything that has happened to them. Enjoyed the read. Thanks

[Tina Kline]

A very sad story but you did a wonderful job writing it. What a nightmare knowing something like this is happening to you, the lady in your story is strong.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I can totally relate to the sadness of this poem.
I've had an older relative who still recognized some
of my younger relatives as small children. Its very
hard to deal with...especially seeing them not being
able to do they things they used to love.

[Marie Harrison]

It's very sad. My Grandmother had a very close friend with this disease. We would go over to her home and she would try to make her husband dinner five or six different times while we visited with her for a few hours. My Grandmother later told me that she actually makes him several meals a night. It was sad. Her personality really changed. She went from sweet an unassuming to mean and demanding. Very sad.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

very sad but you wrote it so eloquently
the flow was absolutely PERFECT!
what a great work of art!

[Stef Outsiders]

Another perfectly written piece but sad at the same too...

[Dream Weaver]

Truly a sad topic, I think you've touched on it
perfectly here, well done...

[Poetic Beauty]

Without hope we are truly lost. I have seen many go through this. I use to work as a CNA and it can be quite painful for not only the person going through this but for the family and friends as well. It is a scary and frustrating disease. You have described what is would feel like to be going through these motions and not know what the outcome would be in the end.

[Bridget Mcmaken]

wow this is just amazing!! wonderful work!! I really love this piece

[Jeff]

Great poem. I've watched people go through this. It's not fun nor is it pretty, but you captured it perfectly.