Butterflies
As they fly away,
Perhaps to join the others,
Where it gives them joy,
To loiter around freely,
Rather than shut closed,
In the chambers of my heart.
'
I desperately try,
To hold on to them,
My dear life,
Losing importance as I look at them.
'
I put out my hand,
Only for it to pass through them,
My hand loving the warmth hid,
In their creases.
'
My hand goes back,
Involuntarily,
To catch them.
'
To keep them safe,
In my now fisted hand.
'
I open,
Only to see them fluttering away,
From my palm.
'
Letting out a scream of torment,
I walk blindly through the overwhelming darkness.
'
My bleeding feet,
Hurt by all these glass shards,
And broken pieces of hearts,
Is my only companion,
Under the starry sky.
'
I reach out to them,
With both my arms put out this time,
My hands almost there,
Grasps tight on to one of those,
At last.
'
Only to hear a snap of teeth.
'
Agonising pain starts from my hand,
Moving up to my arm.
'
My eyes wildly search,
In the stark darkness.
'
Only to see a pair of Topaz eyes,
Wild as mine staring back.
'
A monster,
A demon,
Chewing away my hand,
As it looks at me with a repulsive look.
'
A punishment I received,
For seeking them;
For seeking my Memories.
'
Of my childhood.
Of my parents.
Of my grandparents.
Of my high school life.
Of my college life.
Of my marriage.
Of my love.
'
Of it all.
'
The monster that punished me,
Eating me alive.
'
The last words I heard from it were,
"You don't deserve to remember.
So you suffer,
From this ugly disease,
You call Alzheimer's."
'
That was how my Memories and my family lost me;
I tell the angels listening to me in rapt attention,
Focused solely on me,
Clustered around a coffee table,
In heaven.
***
©VioletEden
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