WORDS OF THE LIVING
(ALZHEIMERS)
Wake up, open mind
Down for breakfast
I've forgotten why I came down here
There must, be a valid explanation
I see the cornflakes and I remember
It's the forth of September
I came down for breakfast
But my memory is fading fast
I wake up
I see a person
I don't know who they are
My condition has worsened
I hide in a corner
While they get a glass of water
But they approach me
They have seen me
I wake up
In a hospital bed
The man is there
Who is he?
He smiles at me, I just stare
I wake up
Where am I?
Who is that?
What is this?
And then
I see a monitor beside the bed
And then, it all goes dead
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Words Of The Dead- Words Of The Living- #Wattys2019
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