The Cruel Games You Play

Dagger, does less than you,
Its duty done in swift time.
You, you are cruel,
Torture and pain, your game.

A game? Yes, you play,
Memories clear, then fog.
Fog, then memories clear,
You laugh, destroy and kill.

Alzheimer's you have destroyed,
Families suffer at your hand.
You leave nothing but a shell,
And hatred of yourself.

A loved one, taken,
Just so you can live.
What is your purpose?
You are nothing, yet you are.

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The disease has finally taken full hold of my father. He now has to go into care, maybe psychiatric care. He can no longer talk on the phone. So I have lost him completely, as we are so far apart. No more songs down the phone line, no more dithering conversations. I have no forgiveness inside me for Alzheimer's. My father never had a sick day in his life, that is the cruel part.