THE BATTLEFIELD OF MY MIND
It seems to be very strange,Over thinking with my brain.
It's not as if I need a crutch,
My family love's me to much.
I suppose I shouldn't moan,
So why do I feel so alone.
Is it possible I feel this way,
Because dementia has a say.
I can't even go out on my own,
Without someone on the phone.
Were are you what are you doing,
My mind that does all the screwing.
I don't walk about in a fog or a dream,
All that smothering makes me scream.
It's them worrying that one day I'll forget,
With a hard fought battle with no regrets.
I often moan at the little things they say,
But really I wouldn't want it any other way.
I can't explain why I feel so much alone,
When I prefer the times I'm left on my own.
I have much to thank in my lonely life,
Top off this list, My long suffering wife.
All the lives I've touched along the way,
You're still touching mine I'm pleased to say.
I continually struggle with the abyss of my mind,
Where my dementia will show clearly over time.
The rain will come the sun will shine along the way,
What is life, When there's no mind to live out your day.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-09-06 at 10:59
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