First day here
I'm a medical student in Kansas City, and all I can say is that I'm mentally tired. Here is something I thought of last night.
I walked into the room and our eyes met
While I exchanged a smile with glowing eyes full of a new day,
Full of dispair, lack of thought, loss of life,
the iron doors of a soul that once loved stared back at me.
Two colorless orbs
A heart once full of love
A mind full of thoughts
Long term memory strong,
short term memory lost
Unable to speak or recognize
Only able to communicate with the blink of your eyes
Alone in a cold room with nothing but a sheet to keep you warm
Unable to concentrate
Unable to move
Laying in the bed waiting to be consoled, if you knew what that meant
A loving touch is awaited for comfort, yet when will it come
One minute seems like an hour to you if you still have concept of time
The sun rises and falls, yet you do not notice
the beauty of this earth passes you by
As the disease takes over your situation progresses
Lost in thought or fear? You're eyes show nothing
Lips shut
Nerves shot?
Drift into the night and let sleep fall over you.
Will tomorrow bring a better day?
Is death on the brink?
Tomorrow, when we meet, will you remember and speak?
Unfortunately, you have been captured by dementia...
Shall it be death?
if so, when?
from what?
how many people have to go through this?
As a serpent in the night, the disease crept upon you, and so it has done to my family.
I walked into the room and our eyes met
While I exchanged a smile with glowing eyes full of a new day,
Full of dispair, lack of thought, loss of life,
the iron doors of a soul that once loved stared back at me.
Two colorless orbs
A heart once full of love
A mind full of thoughts
Long term memory strong,
short term memory lost
Unable to speak or recognize
Only able to communicate with the blink of your eyes
Alone in a cold room with nothing but a sheet to keep you warm
Unable to concentrate
Unable to move
Laying in the bed waiting to be consoled, if you knew what that meant
A loving touch is awaited for comfort, yet when will it come
One minute seems like an hour to you if you still have concept of time
The sun rises and falls, yet you do not notice
the beauty of this earth passes you by
As the disease takes over your situation progresses
Lost in thought or fear? You're eyes show nothing
Lips shut
Nerves shot?
Drift into the night and let sleep fall over you.
Will tomorrow bring a better day?
Is death on the brink?
Tomorrow, when we meet, will you remember and speak?
Unfortunately, you have been captured by dementia...
Shall it be death?
if so, when?
from what?
how many people have to go through this?
As a serpent in the night, the disease crept upon you, and so it has done to my family.