Rula
Rula
Apr 09, 2018

Shadows of dementia

How could haze pave my days,
clouds ....doubts,
I'm so weak, worn in,
wandering and living in the old
everything is just a maze,
is there no way out?

Yes, I am old,
but still have stories untold,
(those I always wanted to tell to my grandchildren)
do you understand
how cold is this zone?

... that there's no way out,
please, stay close,
keep me warm
for my days won't be long with you.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

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raj

7 years ago

This is a very touching piece...
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Rula

for reading. It's been now a while since I've been in the dilemma of the alzheimer's with a beloved one. It's really redicioulous how much does it affect the personality. And the fact that there is no real cure makes it worse. All you can do is letting your beloved one feels your love to pull him back from that cold corner.
Thanks for listening and sorry for carrying on.

R

After reading the poem I could sense that it could well be the effect of being close to a loved one but was not sure....that's why i said it is very touching.....I send to whosoever that person is my very best wishes ...believe in the miracle of love and affection...

warmly...

R

raj

7 years ago

how about prefixing the title with "In" to make it "In Shadows of Dementia"? just a thought
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Rula

Shadow[ed] by Dementia? Not sure, bug of course appreciate the thought and the offer. ... always

Rula

Great to have you on my page. Experiencing dementia is really hard. I am sorry for your loss, I pray for a cure myself too.
Really appreciate your kind visit dear.

S

I am a man who has few fears but I readily admit that dementia and/or Alzheimers is something that would terrify me. I tend to think I'd end myself if diagnosed in time rather than put my loved ones through it.
Now to poem. It reads as disjointed but I'm pretty sure you intended that as a mirror of the disease. In keeping with this idea please consider these minor changes :
How could haze pave my days,
clouds ...... doubts,
I'm so weak, worn in,
living in the old
everything just a maze,
is there no way out?

I am old,
yet still have stories untold,
(those I always wanted to tell to my grands)
do you understand
how cold it is this zone.

... there's no way out,
please, stay close,
keep me warm my days won't be long with you.

Rula

I guess it's not fair to end our lives as we aren't who made it in the first place. You know suicide is forbidden in Islam, don't know about Christianity, but expect the same. I understand what you mean though.

As for the disjointed poem, I admit it's been the most difficult to write being about a personal experience, therefore your suggestion s and others ' are v.much welcome.
Thank you for the visit and the thoughts.
Wish you a safe surgery.

S

Christianity also condemns it and defines it a self murder. Hopefully I won't be faced with the decision of forsaking my religion or my family

T

My prayers are with you. Stay strong because even in the dark there are flashes of hope and love.

trekker

Eumolpus

My father died of dementia, it took about 6 years. There is a short period where the person knows know they are loosing it, know they have no more control over it than other do with arthritis. There is no way out, it is a cold zone. The candle flame gets smaller and smaller. The sad part is the years it can take for actual death to happen, as the person is really not alive in the way we think of living- conscious of the self, and communicating with others. The blank look is horrifying.

The gene that controls dementia has been identified. There's been a lot of articles in the scientific press about it. In the next 10 years geneticists will be approved to change the genetic make-up of the fetus. It will become like polio shot. So there is a "cure" well in work, but will only show up at the end of the century, to the genetically enhanced generations to come. Won't do me any good, and i'm petrified about it as I'm nearing 70...
but that's another story. Your poem is well written and emotional.

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Rula

This is a good chance to welcome you to Neopoet. I always read your critiques on others work and try to make use of them.
I am sorry for your loss and guss hope is all we have to go on in this life, isn't it.
I wish you a happy healthy life.
Thanks for your thoughts.
Always appreciate it.