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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

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Date: 7/15/2024 7:34:00 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.
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Date: 7/15/2024 5:50:00 PM
Thank you, Eileen. As we face the truth of the external impacting the internal, a deep angst fills our consciousness, recognising limitations.
Date: 7/14/2024 11:15:00 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.
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Date: 7/14/2024 4:40:00 PM
Yes Victor, a truly sad condition and there is no cure either.

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