Dementia
A tragic computation
muscle and matter are dwindled
less of the mind is considered
all is compressed into thinner
A blinding sight of lame
unable to capture the human brain
sanity is clearly drained
Make away this pain
I am no one anymore than who I am
I am no one any less than who I am
More to take away and less to spend
economists say I will regress to nothingness
I will fundamentally state the less obvious
in this bed or chair i rest
I am turning into the place of stress
and again I forget
and again I repent
and submit my honor to the depths of time
blankly seeing my joy
fully masking the once agile boy
and so I begin to see the last moments to employ these men into this battle
love and love my own and only
time to take the understanding of this ailment with embrace
and in its certainty I can escape the mass of truth
and behold my own
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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