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A free-verse poem about Alzheimer's disease. |
| More and more on bad days he is lost in a world filled with confusion and time travel to his past. He hallucinates of places and people no other can see. It fills him with panic and anger and frustration. He is lost. On good days he experiences an approximation of reality once more, but it fills him with terror as he sees the horror of his future. He looks at loved ones with pleading eyes that convey the unspoken wish to be saved from the yawning abyss into which he knows he is sinking. His loved ones reassure him with forced, comforting smiles all will be well, but they know they lie as they turn away hot tears welling in their eyes, for all know Alzheimer’s always wins. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |