Deadly Dull
When you look at me
I become see-through
Your eyes have become the glass
That no longer sees my reflection
One day your brain decided to hit restart
And all your memories went too
Your body is no longer a vessel
but a prison
The struggles seep through your wrinkled,
Scarred skin
When you call my name-
My mom’s name
I stop to listen
The times of laughter no longer ring
Everything is a distant echo.
Everyone is mad
I wake up the next day and pray
It won’t be as bad
But most times I’ve been let down
I have the right to be angry too.
I know I should
But I can’t be angry with someone who
Never saw the worst in me
And only the good
Your smile is written on your face
With permanent marker
Your eyes glow crystal blue
I see my mom
I see me
I can’t find the love.
The disease is a criminal
Robbing your fragile, crumbling
Mind of what makes you,
You.
The only consistency
Is your need for co dependency
The fire that once lit your soul
Is burned out
Leaving only ashes in its place
Now there’s nothing left to say
I know he’ll rob this poem from you too
But I'll read it everyday if you ask
I’ll never let the disease take me from you
It’s stay is overdue
And I’ll try my best to kick him out
Even If it only for a day
The only word left that boil my voice are
I’m Sorry.
- Author: complete.flatsound ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2018 18:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem based around my grandma who suffers from Altimeters. Growing up I didn't live in a typical family environment and she raised me herself. Over the last few years I've struggled with seeing her mind deteriorate in front of me and it's one of the hardest things I have had to witness.
- Category: Family
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