I knew once a woman who spoke to her lamp it was whispered in hushed tones and giggles many thought senility, many thought insanity I admit to being included in this circle of doubt
Time and again she was found in discussion time and again with inanimate objects I never knew why, but had a little suspicion I thought it a shame but went about my own
I know now why you spoke to that lamp It came crashing in like a tidal wave this realization that you had thought you were invisible no one else would listen to your pain
It spilled over, had to come out one can't hold in the agony forever I know thie illness that brings one to their knees the despair of having none to give a damn
It's never time to hear what needs to be said things and life always get in the way Never time for your heart felt despair but it's poured forth in whispers when no one is there
You thought we didn't notice, but we did and didn't know You couldn't fight the battle alone, but alone you remained We called you a ****, selfish, deluded Now they call me by the very same names
It is hell this familial dysfunction I have an advantage, I watched you go through it I have read about the sickness I know what you never did It doesn't make it easier, but at least there is hope
Something you never had, a glimmer of a chance For you the demons never let up for you the world was your enemy, it tries to be mine I battle as best I can and fall repeatedly
I look back and see your dispair mirrored in my own I look back and see what I could easily become It feels empty and lonely as if the void ripped away my soul Grandma... I need a bigger lamp
Zeph
For my Grandma... she battled the mental illness that has passed down through my family... now she battles the Alzheimers. I wonder if there is any bliss in forgetting...
Thats a great poem with a lot of emotion involved. Well done! what would you prefer? To have the insight into knowing how things were going to turn out? OR not knowing at all? For me, its a double edged sword...
I love the idea of the lamp. Literally. Lamps, idea, flicker, on off, its as simular to altimersz as you can get. This was a great poem actually using a comparison that each of us have in our home everyday. If everyone in the whole world read that poem everytime they pulled the string to the lamp, I think they too would think of your grandmother. You created a way to keep memory alive.
Poem I wrote for my grandmother
Posted - 08/18/2006 : 16:30:06
I love the idea of the lamp. Literally. Lamps, idea, flicker, on off, its as simular to altimersz as you can get. This was a great poem actually using a comparison that each of us have in our home everyday. If everyone in the whole world read that poem everytime they pulled the string to the lamp, I think they too would think of your grandmother. You created a way to keep memory alive.
