Alzheimer

Arwa Samaraie

The embellished reminiscence in my mind
Is a vast mosaic of recollections
A murky apparition
That dances like fumes in my dazed mind
Where the hour glass in the depths of my heart
Depleted its patience 
And stopped concocting the now with the desires
For that, I egress from the confines of words
Symbols like spears stabbing my body of time
Hunting the moments in my days
Akin to overseeing the sun plunging into the horizon
Dragging the shadow to evanescence.

I trek through the maze of my age
Searching to find my identity
Trying to steal a moment from the spindle of time
Threading it through the loop that is my being
This fine delicate line merits affection
For it binds in adoration this existence within my circle
Hear my heart beats… my breaths
And the echo of my repetitive futile inquests
Quietly drinking the remainder of my vocabulary

I discard the coat of memories 
Hanging that mantle over a rack of oblivion
Announcing the inevitable ending
Intertwining my exhausted times 
And taking me through the labyrinth of days
To be coroneted as king of void and oblivion
As I gasp among the moments
I try to spin my lost dreams 
Like threads within the weaving of destiny
Seemingly a fate for human kind.

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