Apathy

we encounter a neighbour 
who suffering from delusional dementia 
he mumbles and stumbles in delirium 
we pause awhile to assist 
yet we know his disability is permanent 
so apart from informing his kith and kin
who in any event are apathetic 
there is nothing we really do

all around we see suffering and decay
something within us too is dying
or perhaps it’s already dead
as we become indifferent 
to tremors in the void
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Manassian Avatar
July 15, 2024 at 7:34 AM
So sad. The Apathy. My dad is 88 and had alzhiemers. He was a pastor, educator, leader, and writer with a PhD in education. So hard to carry a conversation with him. That last stanza is perhaps even sadder than the first. Great write.
Seeker Avatar
July 15, 2024 at 5:50 PM
Thank you, Eileen. As we face the truth of the external impacting the internal, a deep angst fills our consciousness, recognising limitations.
Buhagiar Avatar
July 14, 2024 at 11:15 AM
Loved this sad poem. You describe dementia very well. I know well enough of dementia, my wife, my sister-in-law and my own sister.
Seeker Avatar
July 14, 2024 at 4:40 PM
Yes Victor, a truly sad condition and there is no cure either.
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