DEMENTIA

In the dead of night, darkness creeps about
In the depth of night, my mindʼs just like a trout
Flapping in the shallows, trying to find a way
Panicking to exit, live another day.

Will I find an answer, now that I can think
CAN I find an answer, come back from the brink
Of all mistakes Iʼm making, find a way to live?
Memory to function, no longer like a sieve.

How to stop the drain now, is there any way?
To stop dementia setting in, to live that other day
Everyone just mocking, no one sees in Me
That my mind is slowly going - but soon it will be ‘freeʼ...

15/08/2019