Stages Of Alzheimer’s

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The memory of forgetting just escapes.
Don’t remember the faces I have come across,
the smiles I have seen.

Most of all,
the eyes that have looked at thee.
Sitting in a dark room,
on a peach couch,
old wallpaper with ribbon patterns that drapes​ the box to sit in.

Dark shadows dance across the floor,
and the images of strangers pass by and withdraw.
Every hour is a new day, ‘hello to you’
I smile, and I wave.

There is no trial and escape,
the disease has it filed and engaged.
Withering the witness of the mind until decay.


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