He Says

You are so fucking angry

I am angry, I confess and

I feel so guilty for my anger

for he is not at fault

He can’t help needing me

to do everything for him, no

sharing as in the past when

he would cook

Now he can’t make a sandwich

he can’t dress himself

and now he went to bed angry

that I wasn’t joining him

I am grateful the noise of the TV

is off and he is no longer calling

to me, or so I hope for just a bit

as I try to sink into relaxation

Everyday drains me down to

barest ability to keep on doing

so much that he demands, I

there is no I, it is all about him

Broken

I’m broken

my husband

taken down by

Alzheimer’s

It is so hard

killer for me too

as his spouse

his caregiver

Demand huge

each minute of

everyday as  I

try and try

I lose it sometimes

he is highly demanding

it feels like insanity

dementia

The definition that fits

is impossible reasoning

as he calls and calls to me

all day long

I answer and answer

all day long to assuage him

I am exhausted as he calls

again and again to me