Mental Decline
The windows fog as I look outside,
Confused, so many tears I’ve cried.
My house, my home, unfamiliar to me,
Unable to recognize what I see.
Wondering around late at night,
Scared, and feeling things aren't right.
All the things I knew before,
No longer familiar anymore.
Friends from many years ago,
With names I no longer know.
Fully aware in a way,
That I’ve changed, I’m not OK.
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