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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dementia (Death Poem)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A slow death, in eons of unremembered moments, <br>Like a dark star, she collapses into herself every day, <br>Fragments of her past memories intrude sometimes, <br>Incomprehensible now, like they are all in Russian.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This existence she hates more than life itself, <br>Flowing like an unending river, towards a sea, <br>Days of sleep, interrupted by family strangers, <br> Wearing her precious necklace and others’ clothes. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At times I am 'Who? ', until her son is introduced, <br>Which produces a 'Happy to see you' smile, and<br>Complaints that no one ever comes to visit now, <br>She is living in a nightmare of empty spaces.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her now ungraspable tranquillity, her living hell, <br>Punished for imagined sin, she now doubts God, <br>But wants to go home to Him, to ask 'Why? ”. <br>She believed the childhood promise of heaven.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ian+Beckett">Ian Beckett</a></strong></div>

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