What is that gnawing that tears apart my mind?
Consumed by fear my eyes go blind
Rationality appears a mystery
My mind implodes without history
Thoughts travel at lightning speed
Impossible to think or to read
Imagine no memories to share
No one to love or to care
Alone and mute, eyes open wide
All systems shut down and no where to hide
Promised help never comes
Total defeat after all is done
Faceless bodies surround this mass
Fragmented thoughts caught in a morass
Limbs move but don’t feel attached
My mind’s door permanently unlatched
Pictures serve no purpose here
Except to remind me what I fear
Broken relationships forever adrift
By endless currents shallow and swift
No sparkle of hope to set me free
No open book for all to see
Totally cut off from human touch
Memories lost for those who cared so much
You've done a good job on describing the horror of this affliction. Of course, the loved ones of the victim are those who suffer far more. I know that I did when my father went into this mental "Solitaire." - Bill
This is so right about what you are trying to say. I worked with these residents as we are supposed to call them. I always had compassion for them as do you.
A very beautifully written, compassionate and sad write. Having taken care of patients I can tell you that mostly they don't know what you have written about. They don't know their families who come to
visit or anyone for that matter. What they do know for a moment is forgotten'in the next moment. That's why it is such a frightening
disease, because people can walk out their door seemingly normal
only to be lost the next minute not knowing who they are. there memory like quicksilver, now you see it now you don't.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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visit or anyone for that matter. What they do know for a moment is forgotten'in the next moment. That's why it is such a frightening
disease, because people can walk out their door seemingly normal
only to be lost the next minute not knowing who they are. there memory like quicksilver, now you see it now you don't.
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(