Aggressive Behavior With Dementia Poem by James McLain

In a mind growing dark, a rage takes place,
Aggressive storms, a fearsome sight.
Words like daggers, actions sharp,
Tearing bonds and breaking my heart.

A fiery temper, wild now freed,
Her mind at times a stormy sea.
Unbridled force, a tempest's roar,
Leaves scars that time can never quite restore.

But deep within, I beg for peace,
A chance for anger's grip to cease.
For in my heart, a choice remains,
To mend the hurt and break the chains.

Let understanding light the way,
And soothe the storm's relentless sway.
At eighty seven the physical assault's on me, more severe and often.