WHY DO I CRY
Why do I cry? What I see someone die.I know it's not real I can't fly without wings,
The reason I cry it's a dementia thing.
I'm not allowed out at least not by myself,
It's almost as though how l may feel.
Doesn't matter anymore as though I'm not real,
Mixed dementia is a part of me, this I know is true.
I'd really like my freedom to do what I have to do,
I haven't lost my mind, Yet I know it's slipping away.
Expecially when I lose a little bit day by day.
Knowing their all affected living life in fear,
You see I'm supposed to be their carers.
Don't they realise I've lived with this for many years.
For the present I'm not going anywhere, I'm still here.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-06-16 at 18:12
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