Presenile

Screaming.
Hackles raised it enters my brain,
penetrating and hard.
What is it you see that horrifies you so?

Crying.
Racked with pain so sharp,
you sob and flinch.
I wish I could feel it for you.

Resting.
Something I barely witness,
your brain giving you no peace.
Your eyelids refuse to close.

Screaming.
Returns to remind me,
you are pacing the floor again.
I will walk with you always.