Notes About The Poem
August-16- 2025
Marathon Mile.8. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
~Placed Third~
Dementia
Mind, like a deciduous forest
has lost all its foliage,
all leaves torn away
by the autumnal blasts.
The brain where great schemes were concocted
is now an abyss where spiders sway
It is bare – dismally barren
of all memories – sweet and sour.
Like a kite afloat in the boundless sky
moving nowhere, but as the wind directs,
cut out from the past, turned from the present
with the future yet to surge from the abyss
or like serpents intertwining,
hissing in turmoil within the brain,
unable to sense the gusty blast,
or hear the whispering air,
dead to sounds that disturb,
deaf to songs that soothe,
like a phantom he moves weird,
drifting far away to a space and time impenetrable,
with nothing to make the mind agog
or depress it to let out a sigh.
Loitering on roads without hurrying feet,
with no bliss coming on the way
to run or hasten to embrace
or fear to be missed sore.
Passing through dark labyrinthine tunnels,
forever barred with no exit,
churned in oblivion, oblivious of all,
he remains a spectral facsimile
of his onetime self, plummeting into a black hole.
The pulse of a heart beat
is all that keeps him alive,
all else is dead…… !
He lives with dreary nights ahead,
that shall not know another morrow!
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