Alzheimer's Lament

There's a world out there
Many people share,
A world we all seem to know.

Where solitude beckons,
And distortion reckons...
A place we all hate to go.

The elderly seem,
To know best what I mean
They gravitate, memories in tow.

Young people fear it
Don't dare get too near it,
An eminent centrifugal glow.

This place is intense,
Makes very little sense,
It pulls from above and below.

A place we're all lead
Where dreams butt heads
With shadows of thoughts that aren't so.

A world of reminiscence
Of gift-wrapped innocence,
Of times that seem so long ago.

Visions are riled,
Voices beguiled,
A river's uphill flow,

Delusions seem real,
Senses can't feel,
Reality sways to and fro.

Illusions are brief,
There's no real relief
A disease that never lets go.

Alzheimer's lament,
Is one's mind is left bent,
With thoughts it no longer knows.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney