Dementia

locked inside your own mind

Where have you gone?

Are you still there?

Sitting silently in a high backed chair.

Do you remember who I am?

Do you still even give a damn?

Am I a ghost to you as I sit and natter?

A noise you ignore like an irritating chatter?

You’re not gone, but I start to think.

You might be forgotten, as you slowly sink.

You look my way and I smile wide,

But nothing seems to stir inside.

Come back to me and hold my hand.

Help me to finally understand.

I will not leave you, I will not go.

Come back and show me that you know.

Let me see the light of recognition shine.

When I grasp your finger tips with mine.

Look into my eyes and say my name.

And finally things will be the same.

Hold on to me, I will see us through.

You may not know me but I still know you.

Reviews

[Angel Criner]

A torturous wonder through my mind... very good write.
I fear of a day such as this.