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11/3/2011 2:20:27 PM
Please critique,thanks: "Dementia"	These memories, they criss-cross and scatter And I don't know where they go. I don't know who I am But I'd very much like to know. I am left bereft and dour That's when I can remember why. My mind is expunged of memory They leave me without a good-bye. Withdrawn, I am craven And left to the mercy of this plague. This dearth, it manifests My mind, making it confused and my memories vague I can't sign this poem because I forgot my first and last name I am ever so tired of playing this eternal guessing game.
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11/3/2011 2:20:27 PM

These memories, they criss-cross and scatter

And I don't know where they go.

I don't know who I am

But I'd very much like to know.

I am left bereft and dour

That's when I can remember why.

My mind is expunged of memory

They leave me without a good-bye.

Withdrawn, I am craven

And left to the mercy of this plague.

This dearth, it manifests

My mind, making it confused and my memories vague

I can't sign this poem because I forgot my first and last name

I am ever so tired of playing this eternal guessing game.

pages: 1