Lost To Dementia
Night of the Dark Soul,
shadows infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.
Your mind's a fogy
dysfunctional place,
under constant siege;
fighting delusion.
As reality
morphs into a dream,
all your memories
start to slip away.
And who you were is
lost to dementia,
for confusion lurks
behind every thought.
Hope is depleted;
only time exists,
and your frightened heart
cries out for a friend.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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