A LITTLE MIXED UP OVER MIXED DEMENTIA
Wonder what would happen to us,when dementia finally takes our day's.
Will my soul drift away,
thinking, I've gone away.
Is their time for Carol and me
or is there an A-I construct.
Running in my head,
am I alive? Or just dead.
Sometimes I think that,
I'm a figment of my own imagination.
My world, is slowly going, i fear defeat.
Is somebody out there, please? Hit delete.
Or is this jumbled words,
from a jumbled mind.
Too hard for me to find;
There's no going back,
i can't hit rewind.
I'm tired of this knife,
cutting through my mind.
Slowly destroying,
the vestige of us.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-10-02 at 01:16
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