Dementia Poem by immanuel santos

you don't need to be a poetic like me,
you don't need to read it like the way
im reading it, and you don't need to write
my styles in your own way.

take off your pen and draw images,
because your better than me tracing
different shapes. You have enough lines
when you're presence was still there.

i apologize you didn't read and heard
them because I thought you're not a poem
lover as I am that wasn't told. But now,
you become steady and stiff at early stage.

i know it's late, but even how far your
senses go, I will stress the feelings inside
your throne, because I know your heart
sees and feels them even your mind is loss.

this is not the end of your journey,
the battlefield is geared to see you happy,
and these letters will continue growing
until they reach you and keep going.

in the world where you belong -im still yours,
and your memories will remain safe in my
poems. It banish my presence yet, these
firing letters will remind you of my tomb.