Unwhole Poem by Michael Burch
Unwhole
What is it that we strive to remember, to regain,
as memory deserts us,
leaving us destitute of even ourselves,
of all but pain?
How can something so essential be forgotten,
if we are more than our bodies?
How can a soul
become so unwhole?
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: alzheimer,dementia
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Originally published by Setu, this is a poem about dementia.
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