Dementia
Who am I
I often ask.
I have no future
I see no past.
A long forgotten book
resides upon the shelf.
An unfinished story
crying out for help.
Family become strangers
as the world bids goodbye.
Memories start to fade
as the past breathes a sigh.
Dementias unforgiving
a cruel slow lingering death.
feeling lost and all alone
in life's dark wilderness.
Copyright © John Read | Year Posted 2024
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