Dementia


Dementia slowly inhales my brain
Evolving, advancing, enlarging
My mind is gradually filling with fog, my memories growing dimmer
Eating my sanity, slowly turning deranged
Never entirely understanding my personal logic
Thoughts, my own personal thoughts - I can’t seem to grasp them
Imagining the other world, knowing I’ll be there soon.
All is well when you hear those bells,
I gently close my eyes,crossing the border into a better place.

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