She is old and sometimes her mind wanders
Sweet dreams of youth, sometimes rage of thunder.
In all her years she seeks a quiet, calm peace,
A wish that the visions of demons would cease.
They visited her often her memories they take.
No longer aware of reality or possibly fake.
Slithering through her mind whispering her destruction,
Gathering thoughts here and there only to try and function.
Silence. Oh, yes silence would be so good if only for a while,
She could not even remember if she could bring forth a smile.
If only she could bring back the thunder of her youth,
But her mind wanders again robbing her of the truth.
© Cynthia Clark