Destroying Illness
There you are
Staring out of the windows
Waiting and waiting
Till death will come and get you
How could it come this far?
You were so clever
So completed and succeded
Now you don’t even know who you are...
Only sitting in your chair
Let people do all the care
Because you don’t know anymore
It all faded away
Holes are growing in your brain
But you don’t know
You disappeared
The memories are not meant to stay
Maybe you will come back
Maybe some times
Some clear moments
Rare moments of joy
But we must not hope too much
Not expect a thing from you
Probably it will all end soon
Because the illness will destroy.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Elenore De Groote: | Zondag, juni 01, 2008 12:45 |
| Heel hard en kil overgebracht. Triest! Dementie heel hard bekeken, de pijn sijpelt erin door. Sterk en moedig geschreven. Liefs, Elenore xxx | |
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 mei 2008 | ||
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