All I Can Do
While fear fills empty eyes;
worry contorts your face.
It is hard to believe,
you could forget your name.
Yet as you shrink inside,
all I can do is weep.
Your identity's gone;
only a shell remains.
And stripped of dignity;
you struggle with your shame.
And yet, one thing is plain,
all I can do is weep.
Lost in a mental maze,
you can't find your way out.
While confusion stalks you;
erasing memories.
And though I'm losing you,
all I can do is weep.
Dwindling into fragments,
you lose a bit each day.
And that loss is endured
silently in despair.
For facing Alzheimer's;
all I can do is weep.
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