I miss you, george (for G.B, inspired 08.10.08)

As i sit here in the garden,
thinking about the things i haven't done,
a lifetime filled up with regrets
for things i now wish that i had done.

One more moment spent with you
one more silent look
another day of memories
to fill up my life's book.

But now you are in heaven,
my chances have all passed
so i am just left sitting here
making my memories last.

Dementia

Her eyes a window to another world,
one that nobody else can understand ,
insanity flashes accross the plain of her mind,
she starts to randomly shout again.

"who are you, you dirty stinking bitch?"
confusion ripples just below the surface,
then suddenly she's back in reality,
"can i have a cup of tea dear?"

two different worlds exist for her,
one incomprehendible, the other reality,
it touches her fleetingly,
though increasingly rarely.

The world in her mind is truly terrifying,
her wailing increasingly incoherent,
then all of a sudden it's 1963,
she lives 6 doors away from her mother.

while drinking her tea she goes back to the world inside her mind,
"nurse! nurse! she stole the tea out of my cup!"
then as suddenly as she left, she's back to normality.
dementia, welcome to her world.

Demented mind

what do you see when you look through those opaque eyes?
do you see reality or a world different from where you reside?
i see that vacant expression and see you are possessed
in a world where i am just another unwelcome guest.

you're eyes so filled with untold fear
for a world you barely comprehend,
where shoes go on your feet
and hats go on your head.

But in the world possessing you
it's anyones guess what your meant to do
when ask you to "put your clothes on now"
you merely look at me and frown.

the simplest things i do each day
are forgotten as soon as the music plays
your memory has ceased to exist
that's why such random thing you insist.

the nightstaff stole your bottle of gin,
but it only existed deep within,
before confusion took over your mind,
that bottle of gin we'll never find.