To my writings I'll always be true,
Stole this from one of my earlier poems.
SELF DOUBT
I haven't been drinking.
I don't feel if I'm pissed,
Neither do I feel my life's,
Ever been sun kissed.
Forgive me for harping on again,
Dementia stolen my soul.
Alzheimer's slowly stealing my brain,
To put that into perspective.
I feel I'm dieing again and again
And again.
It hit me like a whirlwind,
Strangely out of the blue.
It's as though if I've failed
in life, There's no more
for me to do.
If my mind allows me too,
Continue writing as I do.
Then I shall continue to write
To my writings I'll always be true.
Including the odd scribble or two.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-08 at 00:40
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Stole this from one of my earlier poems.
SELF DOUBT
HARPING ON
To whom who's reading this,I haven't been drinking.
I don't feel if I'm pissed,
Neither do I feel my life's,
Ever been sun kissed.
Forgive me for harping on again,
Dementia stolen my soul.
Alzheimer's slowly stealing my brain,
To put that into perspective.
I feel I'm dieing again and again
And again.
It hit me like a whirlwind,
Strangely out of the blue.
It's as though if I've failed
in life, There's no more
for me to do.
If my mind allows me too,
Continue writing as I do.
Then I shall continue to write
To my writings I'll always be true.
Including the odd scribble or two.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 34 times
Written on 2024-04-08 at 00:40
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