Manic Monday/ Poetry Train

my father had altzheimer's for many years before his death. this is a short poem describing the experience from my point of view.

The Killing Frost

It crept across the mind
Freezing the synapses,
Killing the memory
Like frost on the open field
Ruining the plants
Leaving a wasteland behind.

And so, what made the man,
The interests, the intelligence,
Was gone, as if it never were,
The body an empty shell
After the mind was stripped clean
Leaving a wasteland behind.