Aphasia

I saw my father helpless, hopeless When the flowers began to wilt the moment they would grow "can you draw it?" I lost my ability to hold a pencil a long time ago "can you write it?" But how do I write a language I do not know The bitterness turned to despondency The pendulum oscillated between rage & hurt My words broke in half long since so I put them in an iron box, & buried them in dirt And now I open the box & see only rust & ashes For now all of them are lost __ You know that feeling when you want to say a common word, but can't think of it in the moment as much as you try? Now imagine that, but all the time, for pretty much all the words. Aphasia is a form of brain damage to the...View all