Dear God - I Am Going Insane

Dear God, I'm alone, With two children, And a man, Who has lost his mind. They rely on me, To feed them, To clean for them, To clothe them, To put them to bed. Dear God, I work hard, I listen, I discipline, Even the man; Who is the ruins of my father. He talks constantly, He sees things, He weeps, He is a tortured soul. Dear God, He is sick, I force him to eat, He shakes, I hold his hands still, He thinks he is dead, I convince him he is corporeal. He goes for long walks, In the middle of the night, With my walking stick, I lead him home, Like a Shepherdess, Leading her scared sheep home. Dear God, He looks for a way out, Death, Vengeance, Things that will corrupt his soul, I try to still him. Once He growled at me, Like an animal, Grabbing my shoulders, Demanding I listen as he says. I barked back, And he let go, Whimpering, Back to his place. When did I become the parent, And he the child, When did I become the Alpha, And he the Beta. Dear God, I am going slowly insane.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Susan Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 7:53 AM
Very realistice descriptions - true? If so, I empathize. I really like your last stanza, the questioning. very powerful! soupmail
Loveless Avatar
May 11, 2012 at 6:36 AM
Thank you for pointing out my mistakes. I did fix the past tense, by adding just one word. Also, the word you thought misspelled was correct, it means physical. I looked up the spelling and definition. but thanks for your concerns (:
Loveless Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 11:10 AM
Yes it is true. Thank you for your reading and comments. much appreciated.
Amadore Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 7:11 AM
My sympathy...it is an almost unbearable burden, many times, to care for an elderly parent who is suffering from dementia; and, to be alone and responsible for children and a home makes life doubly hard. But, as you have demonstrated here, writing and sharing your concerns and your heavy responsibilities may offer some relief. Know that you are not alone....and your poem was very well done, capturing completely your current mindset and milieu. Good work.
Loveless Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 11:09 AM
Past mindset actually Leo. The majority of the poems I've been writing have been about the past 2-3 years (before i moved out of my parents house) its leading up to the present. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Andresen Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 7:09 AM
Wooow Jessica....you are brilliant, very well written (hope it is "only" a poem and not for true) - oxox hugs Anne-Lise
Loveless Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 11:08 AM
Nah, Its True. And thank you very much. I don't consider myself brilliant but I am glad and very thankful for your comment and that you do (:
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