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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

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.

Rational thoughts elude me.
My head is aching.
Missing you so much,
my old heart is breaking.

Down on the street,
across the avenue,
I keep searching,
searching for you.

You are my light,
the beacon I see,
for to live happy,
I must have thee.

when I think of you,
alone and afraid,
you were abandoned,
by those you loved.

Why must I
be this way.
Afraid to see you.
I miss your voice, more
than words can say.
Perhaps I should leave
and go away.

I wish to see
you smile again,
bringing the sunshine,
skipping the rain.