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