ALZHEIMER
Why can't I be free?
I never imagined this would happen to me.
Stuck inside this house,
unable to walk on my feet,
locked doors and sticky notes
everywhere for me to read.
Why can't I be free?
My mind is shutting down;
it feels like a catastrophe.
I'm getting mad at myself
because of these difficulties.
I look into familiar faces,
but I can't recognize my own family.
Why can't I be free?
Everyone is walking around
while I'm trapped inside of me.
I can see the ones I love,
but there is no memory.
Their faces are right before my eyes,
yet they're strangers staring back at me.
Why can't I be free?
Sometimes I'm acting irrationally.
Solitary confinement
feels like the place for me.
I'm locked inside a prison,
trapped within my own reality.
Why can't I be free?
This disease is taking
everything away from me.
There may be no cure,
no promise or possibility.
As my memories slowly disappear,
I'm afraid of what will remain of me.
BECAUSE ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE FREE,
BUT WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES,
THERE'S NO MEMORY
STARING BACK AT ME.
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