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Juxtapositional Brain Loss
Perplexing silhouette of fading thoughts
What once was, and is, in this tangled web now caught.
Romantic escapades once prevalent now gone
Dial it back so I can see it once more please, here's the phone.
Destiny now snares this aging shell with multitudes of past memories.
Host of physical and mental indulgences that were only temporary.
Captured moments photographed now useless pieces of paper,
Episodes of life's seemingly important moments reduced to another Hollywood-ish caper.
Price paid for our humanity now a harsh reality,
Sacrifices made, pale by comparison When viewed in its totality.
Maturity just isn't what it's cracked up to be, or is it?
Maybe just the aging process is what shouldn't be, just doesn't fit.
Mental drain, losing faculties, envying fools wasting youth.
Was I ever that oblivious, when my whole world seemed timeless? Is that my truth?
Thought provoking now that there's the constant tick-tocking of my brains biological clock.
Reverse the process if possible is my only wish left, having remnants of what once was as I struggle to put on my socks.
Memories now gone like the wind.
Past happiness can never rescind.
Forgetfulness my only reward.
This song shared by many, musical chords.
Alzheimer's my name
Stealing memories my game
Empty vessels remain
Soon time for your train!
By Lancelot
What once was, and is, in this tangled web now caught.
Romantic escapades once prevalent now gone
Dial it back so I can see it once more please, here's the phone.
Destiny now snares this aging shell with multitudes of past memories.
Host of physical and mental indulgences that were only temporary.
Captured moments photographed now useless pieces of paper,
Episodes of life's seemingly important moments reduced to another Hollywood-ish caper.
Price paid for our humanity now a harsh reality,
Sacrifices made, pale by comparison When viewed in its totality.
Maturity just isn't what it's cracked up to be, or is it?
Maybe just the aging process is what shouldn't be, just doesn't fit.
Mental drain, losing faculties, envying fools wasting youth.
Was I ever that oblivious, when my whole world seemed timeless? Is that my truth?
Thought provoking now that there's the constant tick-tocking of my brains biological clock.
Reverse the process if possible is my only wish left, having remnants of what once was as I struggle to put on my socks.
Memories now gone like the wind.
Past happiness can never rescind.
Forgetfulness my only reward.
This song shared by many, musical chords.
Alzheimer's my name
Stealing memories my game
Empty vessels remain
Soon time for your train!
By Lancelot
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