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.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Sensitive write Gold. Seems strange climbing back in to prison. I went to a show art a former prison. Had not seen the inside before. Saw Oscar Wilde's cell there. Bit ghastly - ground floor was for criminals awaiting execution.
Thanks Orchil, never been inside a prison except those of my own making.
I've visited several prisons in the course of my work and this super sensitive write really brings home the sense of loneliness and entrapment I experienced and which reflects in the situation you so well describe.
Thank you Michael.
amazing writing.
Thank you so much.
It may be a prison within, but you are a savior from the outside, her only memory of love is you Andy. May God bless you both. Excellent write.
AP you are most kind, thank you very much.
My heart goes out to you, Goldie. May your love, your music, and your poetry get you through this.
I am sure they will Louis, thank you very much.
This write shows what a great caretaker you are for your wife and how you put everything else in second place for her. God bless you. And may He get you through these times!
You are most kind Christina, thank you so much
Goldie, my heart goes out to you and your wife! So much is written about love, but you are the living embodiment of real love, of selflessness and strength. And this real love knows no walls!
Thank you Fred, I value your words immensely.
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