Thursday, February 14, 2013

Locked Away

A poem I wrote on how I imagined my father was feeling when he had to spend the rest of his life at a veterans hospital due to dementia and Alzheimer's, after having a stroke.
Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Lost Alone Sad and Forlorn
Lonely Depressed and Full of Mourn

Wondering how he got to this place
Was what happened such a disgrace

How could a stroke so easily provoke
His freedom from society to be revoked

Always waiting for the phone to ring
For the doctor to say release him

All he wants is to return to his home
He hates being here hates being alone

The days for him are all the same
They never ever seem to change

At times he accepts visitors with anticipation
But then sends them away with pure frustration

Wanting always to be unconfined
Never to happen only in his mind

Sitting in silence with the curtains drawn
Everything of importance is now gone

Sleeping away the nights and the days
The only escape till he passes away

© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas