Alzheimers
The diagnosis came
As a bit of a shock
I am starting on Alzheimer’
Slowly tickling clock.
Will I be watching in horror
From a near zombie state
As my body develops
Into a thing I would hate.
Unable to speak or
Express any thought,
Fly in spider’s in a web
Pulled relentlessly taut.
Will it be a prison.
Will there still be a me.
Will I be mind trapped
Struggling to get free.
Or will the real me
The spirit and soul
Have been wiped out
As I lost all control
So in one way
Avoiding the mental hell
As my body became
Just a physical shell
Feeding and moving
But the real me is gone
Just a querulous nuisance
As this condition grinds on.
Will there be a kindness not,
Being aware, in not knowing,
As the me is erased
By this disease’s growing.
Is this my future as
I try not to despair
Reduced to a hulk relying on
Loved ones providing my care.
So, pity them not me
As the process grinds on
For by that stage that me
May already be gone.
My oldest and dearest friend is now almost totally mentally consumed by this
awful beast. I am trying to understand what he is going through.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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