Saturday, December 31, 2016

Dementia

The long, lonely dark road
Is the one a man must walk
When row after row of curtains
Close upon his mind.

I want to say …
Don’t argue with me …
The road is dark
When my words fly away
And all I am left with is
Confusion.

Once I was great
Now I am brought low
My greatest strength betrays me (my  mind)
Row upon row of curtains close upon me.

I hurt the ones I love
I don’t mean to … but it happens
Row upon row …
Dark, lonely roads.