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Locked Away


A poem I wrote on how I imagined my father was feeling when he had to spend the rest of his life at a veterans hospital due to dementia and Alzheimer’s, after having a stroke.
Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Lost Alone Sad and Forlorn
Lonely Depressed and Full of Mourn
Wondering how he got to this place
Was what happened such a disgrace
How could a stroke so easily provoke
His freedom from society to be revoked
Always waiting for the phone to ring
For the doctor to say release him
All he wants is to return to his home
He hates being here hates being alone
The days for him are all the same
They never ever seem to change
At times he accepts visitors with anticipation
But then sends them away with pure frustration
Wanting always to be unconfined
Never to happen only in his mind
Sitting in silence with the curtains drawn
Everything of importance is now gone
Sleeping away the nights and the days
The only escape till he passes away
© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas
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  1. How very sad, I saw my dad disappear into a shell when he landed up in the Veterans Hospital. He hardly recognized me when I paid a visit, he eventually passed away there, very sad. A stroke takes away everything and with dementia setting in doesn't help. Nicely worded Susan, although I felt your pain and saddness.

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    February 14, 2013
  2. Vicki, Thank you, glad you liked it.


    February 14, 2013
  3. Thanks Alexandra.


    February 14, 2013
  4. That's beautiful, Susan! Both the poem and the pics!

    Liked by 1 person

    February 14, 2013
  5. Beautiful little poem! We often look past some of nature's prettiest creations but not this time.:)

    Liked by 1 person

    February 14, 2013

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