Soft little petals fall from her hands
Like the tears from her eyes
And the thoughts from her mind.
Fall to the pool of forgotten days,
Why won't they come to mind?
Why do they run and hide?
Faded times and faded pleasures,
Where am I? she asks.
Who are you? she wonders.
Take this away,
I'm scared,
I'm hurt, I'm lost.
Tommorow will come,
Yesterday forgotten,
10 seconds, forgotten.
...moments gone forever.
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Thinking about that dumb disease that I know so many people have.
Written September 5th, 2006
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Very good poem, I think you are crazy. Really nicely done, I liked it a lot.
I am familiar with the disease, not me personally, but my grandma. Good poem about it, I'm guessing it went from finding out she had the disease, to getting deep into it.
~Epsilina Elizabeth Eshilon~ -
Because I'm not.
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I like it.
I don't see why you said you weren't any good... -
This poem is lovely, in a tragic sort of way. It seemed to capture thoughts of a slow fading of memory, losing what we held onto so dearly once upon a time...only to never know it again. I must say, this is a very well written poem, I could feel everything you were saying, being able to relate to it. ~Robert
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