Goodbye Cruel World
My sister is a nurse who cares for dementia patients. I was inspired to write this after listening to her telling me how cruel dementia is,and how it changes a person etc. But what is also scary is she says younger people are suffering with it too and a few are only in their fifties. She says it is a blessing when someone passes away as they are in such a bad way it is a comfort for their family to see them no longer suffering.
I once was rich
but now I’m poor,
had lots of money
yet not anymore.
I once was clever
but now I’m not,
as all that I knew
I’ve now forgot.
I once was happy
but now I’m sad,
as all the good things
have gone rotten and bad.
I once was young
but now I’m old,
my blood once warm
is all thin and cold.
I once was free
but now I’m confined,
just like a prisoner
with no peace of mind.
I once was gregarious
but now I’m all alone,
as nobody ever visits
or calls on their phone.
I once was healthy
but now I’m in pain,
never feel the sunshine
or walk in the rain.
I once was alive
but soon I’ll be dead,
so goodbye cruel world
there’s no more to be said.
Hi there,
What a shame no comments! GGGRRR
This simple poem speaks in a profound way of the devastation of the reality for those afflicted PLUS their loving relatives. My mother is slowly sinking and so many are destined to do so too.
It is a waking nightmare where crucifying anxiety is often a symptom NOT a hazy daze of confusion.
They are in torment. A living hell…
Thank you for this.
Alison x
Thanks Alison for your comments. I’ve just noticed your reply after reading the poem again,so sorry for the delay. My sister loves her job but admits it is stressful, but cares more about her patients than herself. Two of my customers are only in their fifties but sadly have full blown dementia, and it’s upsetting to see them suffer so much.
Thanks once again for responding to my poem.
Kevin.