THE DEVIL NAMED DEMENTIA
I'm in a pickle
Soured sometimes I cry
Because there's not much time here
For I will soon leave memories behind
There is no time for regrets
No time for bitterness
Nothing needs to be undone
I'm only space filled with skin and bones
A beautiful mind only remembers from long ago
I brushed my teeth today
I dressed myself
Combed my hair
I looked in the mirror
I saw a stranger staring back at me
He was crying
Soured by his predicament
I washed my face and walked away
I don't remember
Did I comb my hair?
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2025
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