Alzheimer's For Dummies Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Records are created
like wishes, at any time
the darkness, that pays
attention; a hassling, obvious
difficult mission holding dust
blown through disease; that
drama constantly challenging your
memories, anxieties, vulnerabilities
while each erratic innocent demeanor
hinders the control, over that idle dancing
anger, so prepared of the bauble, that births
each depressive and inadequate occurrence…
Pictures release dreams, keys anxiously provide
guidance to, manage awkward hesitations and
mouthless patience; stirring out that truth
in the difference within residuals rising…
Ashamed of the negative in feeling a façade?
Now, the troubled mind continues, forced of a
dark, that instantly makes memories release
question within insecurities, and play upon
the more refined numb, of more than ever
time and age released; that frantic and
plentiful beast of disillusionment's
spite, while life and its commotion
sits and creates memories without
melodies, empty and cold and faux…
Feelings and disciplines and focus on
doubts of; and with no questionings
through fugue this silence, an ill-ease
holding stories straight, in the
sweetness's cancelled by this
unbinding existence as time
runs out; and everything
slowly and surely fades away