The Night Terror

The Night Terror

Desolate empty streets which looked uncanny
While I wandered through them deserted, alone
unknown, queer faces greeted me with odd eyes
‘Twas a total world of Strangers which was forlorn
Purple clouds began hovering starlit skies
My locale, my memory failed to fathom
My heart raced; adrenaline began to rise
Dread, dismay, panic gripped my entire system
Heavens! I prayed reciting prayers many
Startled, petrified that amnesia had seized
Woke to the nightmare of Alzheimer’s disease

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