We sit here on the narrow path
Staring face to face
The darkness waves his staff of death
Moving without a trace
His breath is cold
His movement numb
Lacking in any joy
If this were any other man
They'd want not to say goodbye
But me? I’m different
I welcome him
He glides away with ease
I miss his presence
The simple path
That is mental disease
The illness creeps all through my brain
Effecting those around
It gets so bad that I hear them
Why are they damn so loud??
I want him back,
I miss his ghost,
I crave him more and more.
But I can't have him
You won’t let me,
The one I met before.
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Author:
Snazaroonies (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2018 12:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Thanks "V" for an elegant poem but with a painful message. I know several People wit varying degrees of Alzheimer's and other mental impairment. The ones I feel most for are those who know they are locked in mental illness but also know there is no escape. Just a slow frustrated DEATH. Thanks for caring ~ Yours BRIAN & ANGELA Thanks for being our FRIEND ~ B & A !
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