Alzheimer’s Leads Me to a Dark Room by Tony Park

I perceive in myself
stranded in untwisted anger 
for what has already happened. 

I long for the tender light 
of a honeysuckle,
and a dandelion as well. 

Now my life wanders down two paths. 

One leads to a vibrant breeze 
dancing in the presence
of the strange essence,
and distant laughter 
discovered in the eternal dance 
of harmony. 

The second path dances with fear 
and is exposed to thorns
on a strange black planet
that mocks each paralyzed hour 
while demons pretend to be angels.