Stolen Poem by Kristina Stockamp

I awoke today and found the hands of your time
moving forward, one with the world, one with me;
instead of reeling you into days past and forgetting you there.
For one moment, we share the same perceptions,
but time passes too quickly.
All to soon, your face clouds with confusion as your smile fades away
the monster of degeneration arrives and steals the you tomorrow offers, locking your mind in a cell of yesterdays.

In one breath, I pray and curse God.
Surely my faith or my anger can bring
our stolen future back to me.

You speak to me of events happening in your world,
your eyes beg me to recognize your reality,
to verify that which your senses tell you is real.
In my avoidance to confirm, I see terror cross your face.
Your voice pleads with me for understanding
but I lack the wisdom and the memories...

Your smile fades away,
your recognition disappears
and my eyes release long held grief
as I witness the disintegration of your sanity,
and your fall from grace...