Saturday, 28 April 2012

NaPoWriMo 2012 Day 27



I forgot which sponge was mine today
stood there in the bath
newly wet, formerly warm
seconds cooling drips before they join
the pool of splash
collecting impatiently at my feet

hesitant in choosing as i consult mind
that continues to draw a blank
blinds flat, shutters down
and for the moment
all keys lost
as i rattle, hopeless, at memory's awnings

the trickle down my back 
becomes a sly finger of fear
nowhere near terror
yet
but mounting frustration
(i used it yesterday
i use it everyday)
quick shifts to the regular
anxious agitation
(Alzheimer's, early onset)

head threatens throbbing
and eyes swim a little
closed a moment
seeing red
and that's it
obvious as the fear
grab the newly found thing
get to srcubbing away anxiety

bath done
step out whistling
panic forgotten
again

1 comment:

  1. seems like you forgod aboud itt

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