Challenge
Poetry matters: $250 on the table for the writer who nails form, content, and fire. Three judges will help select the winner. There is a lot of talent here so swing for the fences. Good luck to all.
Alzheimer’s
I stand, alone.
Waiting, watching
Consumed, by the fog.
As the voices, whisper
"Come, come, over here.
We won't hurt you.
We promise, dear."
Taunts, of the imaginary,
Living, in my mind.
As time, steals memories,
One second, at a time.