Diagnosis
Feeling so dark down there
like in a grave,
when today I discovered
a new devastation,
The loss of my memory.
I might detest those who
have more than me,
being in a world where
everyone is supposed
to be equal? why me?
This disease reminded me
of my mortality.
How I would have loved
All things to pass?
Only to remain
as they used to be
In my past.
Now I only remember
things long ago better
than yesterday,
I will try, it will keep
me going.
But, there will be no light
at the end of my tunnel,
unfortunately,
Darkness will possess
my thoughts.
That is the story of my time
In this life.
Time for me is incurable
it could never be redeemed
of all losses,
everything is so hectic
right now, having no choice
even to escape towards
a different path.
Sometimes it's hard
to do the right things
knowing my end is here,
today, as yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow maybe.
How I wish I could
go back and change
My history,
But today it's too late
For an apology.
As knowing, I could never fix
what already had happened
In my past.
Those were my dark thoughts
Tonight.
Confession was good
For my soul.
Terry.
7/8/2016
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2016
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