Dying Light

Emery Walker

I never thought I’d see the day,

That you forget what to say.

But I remember,

What you were like way before.

 

I’m in front of you on the chair,

No thoughts, just a vacant stare.

But I know,

You’re trying as best as you can.

 

I’ll help make you recall again,

Even though I know you can’t regain.

But I wish,

You weren’t the one suffering this—

 

And I watch,

As your mind struggles to stay.

And I watch,

As you lose yourself day by day.

And I watch,

As your memory slips away.

  • Author: Emery Walker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2025 14:17
  • Category: family
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  • sorenbarrett

    Dementia a sad disease. This poem is sad but paints it well. Nicely done.



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