It is the thief of memories
It is the thief of life
It is the thief of self
Slowly creeping upon a victim
Where stands their lover, they see a stranger
Where stands their child, they see a stranger
Where memory once held
the laughter and tears of a lifetime,
there is a faded imprint, things that may be randomly recalled
Where once there was life,
is now confusion, anger, bitterness
and fear |