His mind’s imploded
Folding up into itself
Where he can feel safe
Here, there is no risk
No explanation needed
A defensive move
Do very little
Then no one expects too much
He can control this
Leaving life behind
He is not the same man they knew
He hid himself well
Faking far too long
It was harder to pretend
Aged him way too fast
Measures time with pills
Visits from home health nurses
In between his naps
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
This gave me chills. Reminiscent of my days working in longterm care … ♥
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You get it… Writing this was my way of coming to terms with the mental illness of my ex
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