Remember when the sun rose with the absence of memory?
Opened eyes greeted to the unknown; a silhouette undistinguished.
Unaware of the loss until cruelly whispered in the waiting ear,
“Sweet memories vanished, as shadows do before the rays of sun.”
Confusion alighted, ablaze like flames but quickly smothered.
A sweet word of whispered assurance but soon forgotten,
Strange tears shed at the mention of goodbye, but from whom?
“Farewell, as the moon is missed by the sun, so you shall be.”
Cajoled with hushed voices, but from who is never known.
Bitter yearning for the knowledge, but as with time; all shall fade.
Indescribable feeling of loss for those unknown figures
“Thoughts muddled; who are we? You shan’t ever conceive our names.”
A trail not trodden or mayhaps already been,
Silence in the mind; as with a drawer that holds no bottom.
Carefully deciding, sorting, as each memory unravels and becomes lost.
“Where have they gone? These elusive memories that once were here?”
A ceaseless ticking; this clock that resides in the emptiness
Held in the cold’s embrace, this clock is misplaced, out of place.
Who put it there, the question arisen and fallen from the lips?
“You don’t know, do you? You’ll forever be at a loss, no help for you.”
Invading, permeating, enveloping the mind in darkness,
There is nothing left to the memory; few thoughts to be thought.
On the tongue, these words sit not right; language foreign even when known.
“Hold up, not think fine these past times. It right will be…”
Blessed infantile moments, a twist of the lips to become a mask of sadness
Lost in fairy tales of the mind’s making: one moment a smile the next a frown.
Dear one, cling to loved one’s hands; tighten, do not release your hold.
“There is no escape. Listen closely to their words, but on the ‘morrow, forget.”
I loved this! So sad, and yet sweet!
Dear one, cling to loved one’s hands; tighten, do not release your hold.
“There is no escape. Listen closely to their words, but on the ‘morrow, forget.”
I am a bit confused about whether the Alzheimers sufferer is speaking or being spoken to. Perhaps edit to make that more clear.
A ceaseless ticking; this clock that resides in the emptiness
Held in the cold’s embrace, this clock is misplaced, out of place.
Who put it there, the question arisen and fallen from the lips?
“You don’t know, do you? You’ll forever be at a loss, no help for you.”
Beautiful. Just beautiful. So moving!
Cajoled with hushed voices, but from who is never known.
Bitter yearning for the knowledge, but as with time; all shall fade.
Indescribable feeling of loss for those unknown figures
“Thoughts muddled; who are we? You shan’t ever conceive our names.”
I wanted to cry when I read that! It just made the entire work!
Great job! Loved it
Wow, that was deep. It was so deep it hurt. I feel like crying and I don’t even know why. I really liked you imagery and the feeling that conveyed in the speech. I really don’t know what else to say because it was really amazing. I had to reread it just to think about what to say and here I am, not saying anything productive. Do you have someone that you are close to who has Alzheimer’s, because that was spot on. At the beginning it was hard to sink my teeth into it (figuratively) but after a while it sort of flowed into some kind of sorrowful rhythm and it felt right. I don’t have much else to say other than that I liked it. I hope someone eventually reads this who can make some constructive notes. So, keep writing because you’re obviously good at it.