they play in the shadows quietly
memories unwind on fragile threads
a reel of faces I once knew
their voices are echoes barely there
hands press mine—a stranger’s warmth
smiles gifted like flowers in winter
their stories loop but I am lost
where am I within this forgetting
once color burned bright in the reel
now black and white is all that’s real
they say my name, I do not answer
my mind, a room of locked doors
I reach for fragments in the dark
time fading, soft like withered petals
this is the cruelty of the earth
to erase what our hearts hold closest
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dementia is a cruel and sad disease
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Comments2
This one is a gem Gray wonderful lines and the one that was most powerful closed it out in the last two lines.
this is the cruelty of the earth
to erase what our hearts hold closest
Excellent write
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