Sorry folks
The folds within my mind.
Told me to write this.
In the middle of the night.
It's as though something wicked,
Within doesn't feel to right.
Don't remember tomorrow's,
Yesterday's not to clear.
For how can I live in the present,
When it's clear that I'm not here.
For who am I that doesn't understand,
When I look into your eyes.
Tears form within my mind,
As I realise I don't know who I am.
My loving wife stands near,
Trying hard not to shed a tear.
Realising that I don't see her,
The rest off my family are here.
The nurse beckons them over,
As they turn and start to leave.
I called out one last time "carol".
Then I forget to breathe.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-09-30 at 08:50
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The folds within my mind.
Told me to write this.
DEMENTIA ON MY MIND
It's strange how I think,In the middle of the night.
It's as though something wicked,
Within doesn't feel to right.
Don't remember tomorrow's,
Yesterday's not to clear.
For how can I live in the present,
When it's clear that I'm not here.
For who am I that doesn't understand,
When I look into your eyes.
Tears form within my mind,
As I realise I don't know who I am.
My loving wife stands near,
Trying hard not to shed a tear.
Realising that I don't see her,
The rest off my family are here.
The nurse beckons them over,
As they turn and start to leave.
I called out one last time "carol".
Then I forget to breathe.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 205 times
Written on 2025-09-30 at 08:50
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