Just A Shell Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind racing back and forth, wavering at times when being con-
fronted by the abuse of dementia in someone that used to be
loving and caring, but now is no more.

Acting so creepy at times, sneaking up and watching, staring,
nothing more, forgetting everything except pleasing himself
and his lust.

A very disturbing effect, turning me away from love and sex,
no longer wanting to be a slave to his abuse anymore, finding
nothing in him to love.

Seeing just a shell full of abuse and hatred, finding self
vacillating between wishing to die or that he would to release
us from this hell he's built in our lives, wanting no more to
live in the misery he creates.