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Behind Closed Eyes

I’m glad to hear about a breakthrough in curing Alzheimer’s disease, using ultrasound.

The poem below describes what I experienced but couldn’t explain during long periods after the accident: the inability to think or speak clearly. In fact, some of my relatives feared I had Alzheimer’s.

I never want to return to that time, but one thing it gave me is a deep empathy for anyone whose brain won’t work properly.

This poem is dedicated to Jo Burton and others who have the disease, and their loved ones:


The words had left, flown off on wings

My mind confused, mixed up with things

Then empty when I tried to find

Words to say what was on my mind


And then as I searched for a word

To tell of something seen or heard

The thoughts themselves would fly away

Like truant children gone astray


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And then I’d try to do my best

To bring them back, to make them rest

Inside my head, all in one place

Just stay with me, like bits of grace


And then the headaches they would start

Like knives cutting my brain apart

Like furious birds attacking it

Intent on making me unfit


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To think, to speak, to read, to write

Remember anything this night

Except the pain that crammed my head

Merging with pain that made my bed


A place of war, no space for rest

To perch a while and build a nest

A place where nightmares came to dwell

Behind closed eyes and doors to hell.


Link to the recent news story about a breakthrough in finding a cure for Alzheimers: