A Walk with Alzheimer’s
Once free
To fly,
To dance,
To play, laugh and sing,
To scream,
To cry,
To wonder why.
Now bound
Shut windows,
Locked doors,
Everything kept in
Gloom and shadow.
Too soon a ghost
Haunting now unfamiliar
Halls and rooms.
Once free
Now bound
Too soon a ghost
Having to watch
The playful dance
Between shadow and light
While haunting
Those same shadows,
That seem so innocent,
As the gloom attempts to
Shroud me
And something much darker
Consumes me.
Once free
Now bound
Too soon a ghost
Dead before I am dead.