Alzheimer's

"He forgets the past."
She complained,
But I thought,
" How lucky he is ! "
No bagage.
No past agonies.
No past pain.
No divorce.
No beatings.
No thefts.
No abortion.

I wish I could
Be absolved,
Of my past,
All my myriad mistakes,
All the people I have hurt,
Unwittingly or was I just
Careless, reckless.
Poison tongue,
Lashing out ,
Harsher than any weapon.

"He forgets the past."
And I live it,
Over and over,
Day by day,
And the pain
Takes years to be healed

The regrets become obsessive,
The pain, a bad habit...



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-14 at 15:10

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