Dementia
A zombie-like existence where
Half-truths prevail and
Swirling fog obscures
Clear thought:
Still the heart persists on beating,
The feet on wandering endless corridors,
Inevitably leading to locked doors.
Imprisoned in a personal wilderness
From which there’s no escape:
No time out for good behaviour,
No parole,
Just the ultimate release, neither welcomed nor dreaded,
Lost in sham reality, devoid of hope and love and joy:
Life long since ceased to be.
I will update this page regularly in order to show my full range. I hope you enjoy reading them. I do have a poetry e-book on Smashwords, http://smashwords.com/profile/view/rosemarypeel - why not take a look; it is called, The Pottery Fish.