Power of Memory

Her glassy eyes stare back at me.

They scream

For help,

For saving.

 

The mind calls to me.

It screams

For help,

For saving.

 

The mom I once knew

Gone.

 

The woman in front of me

She screams

“Bitch!”

She fights and hits

 

I stare back at her

I scream 

With help

With hopes of saving

 

As the sun dies

So does my mom

Each night.

A monster taking her place.

A disease.

 

A disease with audacity

Stealing memory

Stealing my mom.

 

I fight for her,

I fight alongside her.

 

I fight for her world to be monsterless

I fight for her life

I fight for the sun to rise on her day

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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