Alzheimer
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I hear the deep rolling growl of my fathers pick up truck pulling into our driveway
The plumes of smoke filling the air like an ominous grey cloud of warning.
-I feel in pain
I am losing my thoughts to this strain,
Everyone except one is disregarding me because of my brain.
My daughters sent me to this place to get me restrained;
Hollow
Skin cracked and fading
Hair black but greying
Unable to get up and move past the craving
Of more time and young life
It’s slipping away from me, like sand,
Desperately I try to grab the falling sand, but it continues to slip,
-Away from my reach,
Now that
We have grown old
Our faces are like
An Ocean of time
Waves flowing down
I pray to wake up
Imagine the time that you used to be able to remember.
You have to imagine,
because you can no longer grasp that memory.
The feeling of something almost there,
torments you.
