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