Losing Her Mind
Hands shakefrom the passage of time; wrinkled
with the age forced upon them
She wills them to hold on,
to hold on
to the memories of a life
once held securely, but now
slipping
slipping day by day
into the past;
Into the blankness of her mind
years disappear,
slipping into the nothingness
that is soon to be her future.
--- Jaycee
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