Shelly's Poetry for Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

ON DEMENTIA

A whisper in the mind of those demented a sound so pure as to haunt the unknowing. The challenge of reality, of understanding, of pain; the gate to consciousness closed forevermore. As the demented move through time--almost obscure a reflection of a former being in the body of one picayune. Is this... Sign in to see full entry.

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