FLOWERS OF MY MIND
There's a flower in my mind,That was blooming all the time.
I can slowly feel the petals drop,
As I begin to reach my obliviation.
One by one they began to fall,
Until there's nothing left at all.
Between body and mind there's,
No communication:
It's as I've often said,
dementia like a cancer.
Slowly running through my head,
Sometimes often I wish I was dead.
Not in a suicidal way, feeling bereft.
Without my mind I have nothing left,
I hope and pray for better days.
But I can't, Knowing what's ahead.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-04 at 18:55
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