THERE'S A WORLD
There is a world out there,Held within my dementia mind.
Where there's no confusion,
About what it means to be kind.
There is no famine there,
All are treated with respect.
There's no room for hatred,
When only love is left.
In the vastness of our universe,
For intelligence ours is the first.
So why do some of us,
Treat life as if it is a curse.
For me I have no time to weep,
I lose a bit more of my reality.
When my mind floats away,
Everytime I fall asleep.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-07-11 at 01:49
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