Dementia
My head is in muddle,
my words are in a blur.
I see things in the shadows,
but nothing is really there.
I have no concept of time,
or even words I have said.
I don’t recognize my children,
which makes me full of dread.
Even worse people don’t understand,
the pure confusion I feel.
I know that I am me,
but “ME” at times seems surreal.
I shout instead of talking,
but my volume is at loud.
I used to be respected,
eloquent and even proud.
Each day I seem to worsen,
falling further than in reach.
I am losing my lifeline,
as quickly I reach the deep.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
Copyright © Elle Smith | Year Posted 2017
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