Alzheimers Disease

I fear my memories have become lost. The summer of my days Slowly fades like the falling leaves of autumn. Now hidden under a cold winters cloak. Fractured memories Breaks stronger with the passage of time. The mirror of my life dances a delicate map in my reflection. Oh would that I could hold on to those dreams! Each passing day slowly clutches them into darkness. The greedy hand clasps who I was Knuckle white Offering no mercy Or kindness. I am but a shard of mirror now.