My Soul suffers a bitter agony within,
To watch the devastation upon my kin.
To see Hope die under such fearsome strain,
As Alzheimer’s invades, to despoil their brain!
We see them fall under its inhuman spell,
To wander lost, alone in a private Hell!
For who can follow the path they now tread,
That leads to where? ‘Tis known only to the dead!
Who can know the realm to where they’ve gone?
No sign points the way! No light shines on
Their tortuous path! There is no respite
To tangled thoughts plunged into darkest night!
Desperately we seek answers to their plight,
But none are found! No reason sheds light
Upon their persecution! Each afflicted breath,
A further step along the road that ends in Death!
Their fierce passion, though it might burn inside,
Lacks purpose or direction. Heartbroken, we hide
Concerns, lest we deny them Love they need.
Though we anguish over futile lives they lead!
Their ailment advances. We know them no more!
They return to be the child they were before!
Though whims and desires demand fulfilment,
Reason is lost, as is sane discernment!
Next, into cataleptic state they retreat,
Needing constant Love and devotion to defeat
The grim effects on their tormented brain.
We pray for their release and peace again!
When freed of those chains, by which they were bound,
Should we celebrate the new freedom found?
Are we shallow hypocrites to rejoice this way?
As their torment ends when Death takes them away?
Rhymer. August 13th, 2020
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
My Soul suffers a bitter agony within,
To watch the devastation upon my kin.
To see Hope die under such fearsome strain,
As Alzheimer’s invades, to despoil their brain!
We see them fall under its inhuman spell,
To wander lost, alone in a private Hell!
For who can follow the path they now tread,
That leads to where? ‘Tis known only to the dead!
Who can know the realm to where they’ve gone?
No sign points the way! No light shines on
Their tortuous path! There is no respite
To tangled thoughts plunged into darkest night!
Desperately we seek answers to their plight,
But none are found! No reason sheds light
Upon their persecution! Each afflicted breath,
A further step along the road that ends in Death!
Their fierce passion, though it might burn inside,
Lacks purpose or direction. Heartbroken, we hide
Concerns, lest we deny them Love they need.
Though we anguish over futile lives they lead!
Their ailment advances. We know them no more!
They return to be the child they were before!
Though whims and desires demand fulfilment,
Reason is lost, as is sane discernment!
Next, into cataleptic state they retreat,
Needing constant Love and devotion to defeat
The grim effects on their tormented brain.
We pray for their release and peace again!
When freed of those chains, by which they were bound,
Should we celebrate the new freedom found?
Are we shallow hypocrites to rejoice this way?
As their torment ends when Death takes them away?
Rhymer. August 13th, 2020
Though written earlier for my Mother, My Darling wife of 89, shows some symptoms that seem similar. So many are so afflicted. As yet, I am just a little forgetful . But I've had a good innings and have no regrets. A 90 year old kid at heart!. Denis.
Request permission to use this poem