posted on Mar, 17 2015 @ 07:42 PM
Ummm...I want to thank SyxPak...we were talking in another thread about aging and memory...thus this poem was born...out of the inspiration of that
moment...
Alzheimer's
Memory does not serve me well
Each minute cast one after another
Down...deep into the abyss
Far down below the mundane thing
Beneath the conscious plane
Into the realm of forgetfulness
Lulled into acquiescence
Sated on a voice not heard
A pressure not felt
A compulsion unknown
Thus is memory to me
A thief's prize...lifted
If there were any other lines to further the intent of this poem...then I've..........................forgotten...
YouSir