MIXED UP OVER DEMENTIA

Dementia is a place,
That I don't want to be.
But at least,
My mind is still free.

I may curse sometimes,
About things.
That I cannot find,
Of that I cannot deny.

To say I haven't got it,
That would be a lie.
But I can live with it,
Although I don't know why.

Mixed dementia what a curse,
I'm just an old man.
That's had to fight all my given life,
For what I think I'm worth.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-01-22 at 15:49

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words, Alan, are a reflection of the journey,
A journey marked by resilience and unwavering spirit.
In the midst of challenges, your voice remains strong,
Expressing truths that many hesitate to acknowledge.

You navigate through the haze with a mind still free,
Find comfort in the power of your own expression.
Dementia may cast its shadow, but you continue to shine,
A warrior in the face of life's relentless trials.

There's no denying the frustrations, the moments of loss,
Yet you rise above, embracing each day with courage.
Your poetry is a legacy to the strength within,
Reminding us all of the worth that never fades.

Keep sharing your story, keep fighting the good fight,
Your voice is a light, guiding others through the storm.
And know that in this journey, you are never alone,
We stand with you, inspired by your enduring resolve.
2025-02-18


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Keep writing Alan, and face the bastard down.
2025-01-23


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Great value all round I'm sure. Blessings, Allen
2025-01-22