Lost To Dementia
Night of the dark soul,
demons infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.
Your mind's a fragile
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's been depleted
only time exists,
and your frightened heart
cries out for a friend.
(Free Verse)
4/17/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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