Diagnosis
Salt tears drip from leaves,
To land on tea colored pages.
Hopes and dreams,
Written in the ink of history
Slowly blur and drip
Into the underworld of the
Abandoned and long forgotten.
Salt waters of the ocean
And tumbling waves turn
Stones and pebbles to sand,
Erasing familiar shapes
And throwing up barriers
To once precious memories.
Dimming eyes look out on
Unfamiliar landscapes of a mind
Inching inexorably into
A vast emptiness that steals
Learned behaviors, abilities
And the past, leaving nothing.
The empty eyes wander
But do not understand, for
The spirit that occupied this frame
Has broken mortal chains.
It now soars free, no longer captive
To earth and mortal life.
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