There seems to be a limit to my thoughts,
For the havoc that it's brought,
To the thinking within my head.

That used to be all my world would crave,
Like the drifting ripples on a wave.
It's gone now, Not so much alive,
Still inside. Waiting feeling dead

Had a dementia dream last night,
It gave my waining brain such a fright.
There's nothing left should I fall,
Into a mind that isn't there at all.

I'm not a blot on the landscape,
Just a blight. No that cannot be right,
Then why do I feel this way at night.
To scared to sleep, To scared to wake.

As though something crawled into my mind,
To turn off, The living lights.
I feel a mess,
My minds a spiders delight,

Remembering things that Sona said,
Writing felt like home.
It's mostly gone nothing left
An empty shell with cobwebs in my head.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-04-01 at 00:24

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