An explosion of self
A howl of despair
I turn inward
I turn inward
Self falls to the floor
In a crumpled heap
An interaction gone astray
No I am mistaken
It is on target
With Alzheimer’s
It always wins
The tears arrive
Dropping from the sky
Momentary relief
One moment’s worth
Until the next strike
I look to the sky in fear
There is no shelter
Only more explosions
Of self
As I seek balance
As I seek balance
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