Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Apr 2016 JoAnne Lee
Farah
I walked hallways and corridors that led me to
nowhere but haunting blood scenes
and ***** nooses hanging with emptiness
where the bodies used to be
whispers screaming to be heard from the ceilings
and the corners
like bone edges on her body, ribcage swallowing
the birds up whole,
feathers between the lips
and blood on the fingertips where her hands
once held the carcasses of lost souls
Her mind has become a tangle of webs.
Her memories fight against each other as she tries to recall her wedding dress.
Words mix and mingle as her grandchildren tell her about their day.
Past and present blur as her loved ones dance beside the lake.
She weeps and she frowns as she realises that she's not well.
She smiles as she bids her daughter farewell.
This is a poem I wrote about dementia.
 Apr 2016 JoAnne Lee
Apparicious
You
 Apr 2016 JoAnne Lee
Apparicious
You
you looked at me today
Oh how my eyes I want to hide
I try to turn away
but never see the same
my heart pounding to the sound of your name

Your laugh adorable
When you speak
nothing else matters but you
Your eyes so blue
As the ocean and sky
May your deepest secrets hide

Do you even like me?
I want to know the truth

I want to know if my feelings are real
Or should i just continue to feel

I like you for you
Your not afraid to show the real you
You speak with great manner
So why i feel this way?

I dont know
I know i dont want to be in this alone.

— The End —