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dementia wields a boundless blight it strips the mighty of their might - divests the brightest of their light and twists their daytime into night and for what ends, pray tell - to bring this world a bit more hell? dementia yields deep, frenzied fear - makes foreign what we once held dear and turns each hour a darkened year with weep that will not cry ONE tear and for what ends, oh pray - to squeeze the sweet of life away? dementia chokes each memory and drowns it midst a barren sea to leave a soul, once fair and free devoid of what it thus should be and for what ends, I ask - to gift the devil one more task?? dementia makes the worst of hells to leave our dear ones empty shells untold, those precious joys it quells and deaths of darkness, it compels and for what ends, is this - to cheat our last breath … of its kiss?!? Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 26, 2023

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Date: 2/5/2023 5:42:00 AM
Dementia is tragic indeed. I can't say I understand the why of it. My hope rests in the promises of Christ, and even the long dark days of dementia are but a momentary affliction in the eternal scheme, but this passage from Ecclesiastes is haunting, nonetheless: Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened...
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 2/5/2023 5:42:00 AM
Your poem is very well done - I appreciate the message and an interesting rhyme pattern. Thanks for sharing!
Date: 1/28/2023 9:26:00 PM
AAAAH! So well done! Beautiful yet tragic. Meter and rhyme are so perfect. While free form could express the same thoughts, it is only in this meter and form that it achieves real beauty!
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