Alzheimers

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Alzheimers

First the looks
Quizzical, non comprehending

Then the eyes
becoming empty of life

The spoken word next
halting slowly then stopping

All thats left
is a living breathing shell

No outward communication
No recieving messages from the outside

Stony silence
fills the room with ghosts of the past.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 12/5/08.  This is unlike my other poems.  It was very spur of the moment and needed to be written on the paper.  It just popped out the end of my pencil.

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