MIXED DEMENTIA AM I STILL ME?
I seem to struggle with,My transition of thought.
Since dementia came my way,
Words often sort, Seem to fail.
Within the confines of my head,
like crumbs from a slice of bread.
A thought is just a thought
Unless it has been said.
But my mind walks away,
As though it has a pair of legs.
It hasn't gone completely away,
It's just sitting their snoring.
Completely indifferent to word's
I'm saying,
My mind hasn't been misplaced,
But it's slowly failing. Or misread.
My mind defines who I am,
Mixed dementia has taken that away.
Will I still be who I am tomorrow?
Don't know if I can truly say.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-01-25 at 00:09
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