Lost To Dementia
Night of the Dark Soul;
shadows infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.
You're in a scary
dysfunctional place
under constant siege:
where there's no escape.
As reality
morphs into a dream:
sanity slowly
starts to slip away.
A part of you is
lost to dementia:
and confusion lurks
behind every thought.
Memories vanish,
time's all that exists,
and your frightened heart
cries out for a friend.
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