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It feels strange to me,Living with my family.
Feeling so alone,
Dementias like that.
Or is it Alzheimer's,
I'm really not to sure.
Or is my mind trapped
Behind a revolving door
Looking about the room.
What is it that I truly see,
No one,
Not even me.
The more I think I understand,
The less I know.
Living life,
In a Alzheimer's afterglow.
Today I felt like a dog on a lead,
As my brain turns slowly to seed.
At least there will be enough there,
If the birds need to feed.
The doc told my wife,
Not to let me out on my own.
Just incase I forget to find,
My own way home.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-03-19 at 00:01
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