A Public Poetry Diary

I Swear

I swear I love you,

I really still do,

But you cause me so much stress,

you haven't a clue.

While your mind slips,

I want you to stay,

but I know that in time,

Our memories will grow gray.

I want you alive,

but it's causing you pain,

You look so weak and fragile,

like you don't have a brain.

I'm scared for your future,

you've lived so long,

that I'm scared that your coming breath,

will be your swan song.