Alzheimer’s Boy

Here I lay sleeping, alone in my bed,
unconscious and dreaming, dormant and dead.
A corpse for a moment, cold to the touch,
silently breathing, but not very much.

No one to love me, no one to kiss,
wrought with incontinence, sodden with piss.
Abandoned by family, left for the birds,
to rot in the gutter with similar turds.

Replaying memories, savaged with age
faces forgotten, erasing the page.
Moments of happiness, moments of joy,
soon disappear for this Alzheimer’s boy.

Here I lay sleeping, catching my breath,
unconscious and dreaming, waiting for death.
Alive for a moment, unable to touch,
holding on dearly, but not very much.