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Alzheimer's

October 9, 2009
By Ruthey GOLD, West Midlands, Other
Ruthey GOLD, West Midlands, Other
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Your face: hollow and naked
As the inside of an egg:
But one made of tissue paper
Stretched across bone, transparent
As cellophane to reveal
The stark greyness of the flesh beneath.

Your back: slung low like someone
Who is too tall to fit beneath doorframes.
But you are just thin, weak, a
Skeleton covered in the remains
Of skin, withering as brown petals.
Your spine curves the wrong way
Crushing your organs into
An awkward soup.

Your eyes: vacant and —dead—
As marbles. Cold, watery,
Blank, meaningless
Saying nothing, understanding nothing—
They are windows to your soul but
There is nothing behind them.
Your soul has decayed and rotted
To nothing, leaving only this empty husk.



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XblakeY SILVER said...
on Aug. 9 2010 at 9:51 pm
XblakeY SILVER, Haverhill, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Open the door that nobody thought could be opened,
Life is behind it,
We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams,
Only the time we are here,
if you risk nothing....your risking everything. ♥

This is great! My grandfather had Alzheimer and unfortunately he pasts away this year... But this poem fits him so well in his final stages! Well done!