As each day passes life gets harder
As I get drawn into her world,
Drawn into my lover’s world of dementia,
That hideous disease
That pulls her into a world of her own,
A world that is becoming harder for me to enter,
And even harder for me to escape from.
My time is no longer my own,
Family, although not forgotten,
Is becoming remote
As my lover needs me more.
I have foregone many things,
Many things where I have helped others,
The time is no longer there
As my lover comes first,
And I am second
But a very long way behind,
As her world closes around her.
There are two saviours in my life,
Music is always there around me,
Showing me the beauty and pleasure
That its notes can bring to me.
Poetry is also there for me,
As I write these words
My escape from my prison is complete,
Until once more I have to climb the walls
And go back into my wife’s strange world.