Her Mind Growing Blank
Images and haze spilling from nowhere,
Like a faint whisper mumbled then aligned
In hours distant as life’s crushed timepiece… *
She gazes at the mirror; how unfamiliar
Could this face look pieced into a broken puzzle…
Her vacant mind gone in wasteland of dead roses.
~
And a gentleman reaches out for one mild waltz;
His fragrance and the song bring tears of nostalgia
Yet memory grows blank while smog chokes her head
Into obscure nights of brittle rain ) …
That her arm slouches under a dim lamplight
Pleading on glimpses to take her… away, away.. ~
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'Help Raise Alzheimer's Awareness'
Broken Wings' Contest: Two Stanzas - Two Only
7.24.2016
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