Lost
- Reese Lynn
- Sep 10, 2015
- 1 min read
When I wrote this poem, I was extremely upset. My grandfather had just been diagnosed with late stage dementia. I dealt with the pain through my writings.
Lost
Alarm, snooze.
Alarm, snooze.
Everyday motions
Shower, clothes
Shoes, door
Everyday motions
School, work, home
Repeat.
School, work, home
Everyday motions
Endless cycle
Forced smiles
Hollow eyes
Forced lies
Everyday motions
You say hi.
I say goodbye…
For the last time.
9.9.2015, age 19
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