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beneath lies the voice, the heart, the soul, the sounds of the dying




Dementia

There are times when the ground covers me

and the

grass dies
over my head;

its roots rotting entanglements in my mind
leaving me smothered and confused.

I am muted into silence of words while I struggle,
scratching my way through the cold, consuming darkness.

Blindness, for I dare not open my eyes heavy with clay.

Deaf, except for my own voice screaming inside my soul.

Alone in my bizarre condition, left for dead, while I suffer
death; emptiness never comes nor does salvation from this
never-ending suffering.

Watch closely.

Keep your eyes to the ground.

My fingers reach for light so that I may rise above my grave
and bloom again.

 See my fingertips and the dirt beneath my nails?





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-12-11 at 02:52

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Harikrishnan
now I'am really scared of dying....this is worse than the most horrifying movie i have seen in my life......good lord....you sure know how to set the mood.... hats off.... I bow to you.....
2009-12-30


V.V.Ramesh
good work kathy..:)
2009-12-15


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This should come with a warning: Caution, reading may cause chills, stomach knots and a rapid heart beat. A vivid, graphic narrative of a haunted mind. A darkly exquisite piece. A mind experiencing this is under demonic attack. But you know who can defeat this attack and all those who can help. Don't fail to declare the war and launch the surge!
2009-12-13


shells
The stark truth of dementia, but you somehow convey it with honesty and beauty in your phrases, I can so identify with this from personal experience and the final line so apt.
2009-12-13


Zoya Zaidi
Dear Kathy,
A most insightful description of
what goes inside the mind of a one
sinking into the chasm of dementia...

Indeed a painful condition,
when one struggles for words
But, can't find them,

Tries to catch memories, but,
half way through loses them...

And then see the smile
on people's faces,
when they realise:
"He is losing it..."

(((Hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2009-12-12



Amazing work Kathy, a terrible place you take us to. Some understanding, cannot help but be left in the path of this fine piece of poetry.

thank you for sharing it.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-12-12


Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
Hauntingly good!
2009-12-11


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! This is so deeply moving. And the image so haunting. You are in a very real place and for you to share that with the world is an honour for all of us - even if it doesn't ease your personal conflict, although of course, I hope it does.
2009-12-11


Damon
Another beautifully written poem my friend. You are the master or Mistress when it comes to this type write. I love it. I remember reading it before, but I guess I was in a hurry as I didn't leave a comment that time. It is also a hard one to comment on. Beautifully done my friend!
Damon
2009-12-11