Gone they have Not

My actions have turned into muscle memory, 
my memories have blurred. 
I can no longer see, 
I no longer distinct.
The faces are fading but the names are etched. 
I am going blind but I can feel by touch.
My head explodes
I can feel the blood
I stretch my hand
And it splatters my bones
Thinning and thickening
Dripping and not
The memories are fading
Gone they have not
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September 25, 2024 at 7:37 AM
I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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