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;
and cannot be saved.
As reality
morphs into a dream;
sanity slowly
starts to slip away.
A part of you is
lost to dementia;
where confusion lurks
behind every thought.
Hope is depleted
only time exists;
and your frightened heart
cries out for a friend.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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