Wailing of cries incongruent
Shrills are high pitched & filled with pain
A youthful face appears old & frail
Roller coaster ride of a loosing brain
Reaching back into the memory trail
Of years gone by
What seems refreshed
Much better than the present strain
Lost the hunger to try
Would rather be in oblivion
Atrophy settling
Escaping the happiness of possible passion
Preferring to look forward to die
~Divine