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From out the dark,
of an inner gloom,
your smile brightened,
every room.

When night is gone,
when dawn is near,
I'll wait for you,
please reappear.

Friendship gains
throughout the year,
my love for you,
won't disappear.

There are words, left,
in this pitiful mind.
Words of love,
those I find,

Nothing matters,
anymore, in a twirl,
if I cannot have
my special girl.

I miss you,
words cannot say,
what happens, when
you've gone away?

I love you Ellie,
this I know.
I can't let you leave.
I won't let you go.

I write the thoughts,
as they come to me,
unincumbered,
and thoughtlessly.

Words, which hurt,
some sublime,
but words,
all of mine.

There are thoughts,
which twitch,
while others,
are rich.

Switching now,
to open verse,
dead on arrival,
words of mine.
I don't care,
what comes out,
of this head, mine,
for I am on
the verge
of losing,
someone because
of Dementia.

Writer's block,
too unkind,
vacant thoughts,
cloud my mind.

My solution,
in the past,
was purging,
my mind, fast.

Writing out
random words,
until they
become absurd.

So here
it goes,
from head
to toes.

It may rhyme,
it may not.
Might as well
take a shot.

To be continued
Writers block 2

Words you purchased,
or words you lend,
are unimportant, if,
your world ends.

A sad day, always has,
a place to be.
Praying for tomorrow,
to be happier, for thee.

Let me stop
and write to you,
about the love we had.
You are like a daughter,
I am like a dad.

I wax profane, against the crowd
and what has happened to thee.
How unfair is this, our life.
Why is it you not me?

A greater being rules the earth,
we are but pawns to he.
Instead of a joyful life,
ours has become a misery.

Long lay a bit of time,
when life became inane,
for all my work today,
avoiding being insane.

My fear deepens,
every day, away from you.
Six days of confinement,
now I am blue.

What happens,
on the morrow true,
if you no longer know me,
I am nothing to you?

Memories, once shared,
no longer in sight.
Tomorrow's nightmares,
from the blackest night.

My heart, once strong,
will shrivel and die,
not to go on living.
Don't expect me to try.

When I think of you,
we visit once more,
I'll say it's you,
I love and adore.

Missing the sound of pool balls,
hitting others. No music playing
and conversations have grown quiet.
I just stopped by, for a beer.
I had been here before. Unusual, the
missing sounds which bring a chill
to the back of my neck.
Why is it quiet? Where had all the
noise gone.