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Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Physically strong and healthy, mentally lost and confused
Prideful and independent, but can no longer live in your home
Trying to remember your past, mixing up the memories
Scared and befuddled, please know we are here

To feel alone and in the dark, in someone else’s space
Thinking the people on film you have met on the street
Certain you are in the town of where you were raised
Never realizing you are not really in that place

I wish I could make this ugly disease disappear
The pills are a preventative they are no cure
I wish you could come back to us and have no fear
This disease takes a toll and it is unfair

You are a great person who was always there
You nurtured and encouraged for all of whom you cared
The tables have turned its time to not resist
The ones who love you will care for you best

Sitting in wonderment awaiting your fate
Repeating your words time and time again
Not remembering certain persons places or things
In your own universe so distant, slowly fading away

To see the decline and the empty look on your face
It has gotten the best of you and what you held dear
It is more than unbearable; it's a true heart break
I'm so sorry that this will be the end to your story

Forget me not, Grandma
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Never moved forward
We just stayed still
Did u stop loving me?

Did you forget about me?
Did you leave me behind?
In this world of madness

I thought our love was madness
Turns out that was just me
Alone in self-contempt & pity
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Air
Is this it; is this all there is
Is this it; is this all we have
I feel there should be more
If one door closes and another one opens

Why are all my doors are closed
There are no windows
I can’t see, I can't hear, I can’t breathe
I need air, I need air

To touch to feel to know
To be felt, touched and known
Pull me out of the water
Stop me from drowning

I need air
I need air
So I can see things clear
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Darkness without a sound,
Until I hear that door creak
Sweating under the covers,
Until chills of fear creep

Is it all a cruel prank?
Is someone in this room?
Is it all in my head,
or is this figure standing in loom?

Heart is in my throat
Tears are in my eyes
I hold my breath
I gasp a soft cry

Wake up, wake up
This is not a dream
Open your eyes sit up
It is what it seems

Someone is here
I am not alone
I try to move, I can’t
Sound erupts a low drone

In Brazil the pisadeira  (she who steps)
Known as different names
By all cultures
Whom have wept

To me she is the old hag
Stealer of my breath
I hope she will not be my taker
The reason for my death
For anyone who has experienced sleep paralysis aka. the old hag; aka. Pisadeira; aka. Phi Am
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
You said I was beautiful
I smiled
You said this was meant to be
I believed
You said till death do we part
And I agreed

Now all these years later we sit as though nothing has ever changed
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
It’s time to say goodbye
Always loyal and forever true
Evident this day would come
No one will ever replace you

Pictures and memories
Times of good, times of bad
By my side, never left
Being it happy or sad

Goodbye old boy
Best friend to me
When I get to that farm
I know there you will be
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
In the window
Waiting for her day
Wishing for someone to come soon
And take her home to stay

The room quiet and still
Sitting in the dark
Alone and always thinking
Of the leaves, the trees, the bark

Patience, faith and will
Day turns to night
Hope desire, strength
Darkness turns to light
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