Slipping

Most of my poems are uplifting, I am a real person with real pain, and sometimes it helps to write about it. My mind is slipping and until I see a specialist it will slip farther and farther away.

 

My mind is slipping away from me

Thoughts long known seem foreign now

Memories both a blessing and curse

Yet they all are drifting away somehow

I fight the thought, and then it’s gone

Did I eat today? Yes, or am I wrong?

School, work, eat, sleep, stop

what I've done is escaping me!

Intelligent? Yes, I am for sure.

Yet, I can’t remember what I know

simple things get me frustrated

I can't remember the simple things!

Do my children look at me different?

Taking advantage, because I forget.

"But you said yes, yesterday mom"

Did I, would I, I can’t say...

It’s all just slipping away.

Mind as frail as this body I wear

My soul and spirit still full of life!

How painful it is to admit it

To say I just don't get it!

Well, even if I did, I would forget it!

Many things ail this mind of mine

Health, pain, scars of time.

Don’t be sad for me, its ok

I'll forget how I feel right now...anyway.

This pain ails me from deep inside

It’s something I can no longer hide

I’ll still write the songs of my soul

Maybe someday again I’ll be whole

 

 

Author's Note

This has no set rhyme or reason to it, on purpose. It is how I feel right now...I’m kind of all jumbled up.

Reviews

[Fréyjä Helv..]

The rhyming didn't matter. The sincerity of it just captures the reader. It's a beautiful poem by the way. Time devours us every day we live. Don't spend the rest of your life depressed and caught up with the past. That won't give you a healthy future. God bless...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It may have no rhyme or reason but it has feelings of 'slipping' and being out of control, wanting to stop but not knowing how. even so there is some feeling of hope at the end.

[MOON]

Expressed quite well feel the uncertainty almost the confusion.

[Southern Cross]

We all have a turbulent vortex of the mind at times..swirling thoughts that need to be placed in order..Too many entities invading our thoughts and blocking the road to sanity or a clear vision. Thank you for sharing your vortex with us in such a raw emotional piece. Deep breaths seem needed today my friend..

[Junert]

Hmmm

[eglantine]

Sometimes we learn the most from the jumblings--often that's when the answer or somethign close to it pops out at us. A poem does not always need rhyme or reason to it. Mine often don't and it's often after I put down the pen and read it over, that I see what has been born before me. The poet does not create the poem. The poem creates itself under the poet's patient hand. I think I might just be rambling now. lol . anyways, good write and thanks for sharing! (p.s. i think we all feel like we're slipping away at points, some more than others, but life is not always an easy climb. Sometimes there's mud)

[lee von cleef]

Oh the stress, I like to look how I sign my name,the window into where I am at.

[Lisa Ring]

I too suffer with this affliction so I can relate to what I call "the Fog". At certain points of the day my brain cannot function and words and memories escape me. The pain for me is not in forgetting, it is in becoming less of what I once was.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem. Years ago we took turn taking care of my Grandmother. my mother complained about it. I told her. One day you will wish for these day. She died and her memory seem far away. I believe we must hold on to people. With photos and description.
"I can't remember the simple things!
Do my children look at me different?"
We may change. We must hold on to love and kindness. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Stanley Wilson]

loved it this is why i joined the site to read great works

[Leslie Philibert]

I like this a lot, written with honesty and talent. You say your mind is slipping. I can`t judge that, I hope you will be fine. But the poem as a result of this is great, and tells me you are able to turn your problems into something creative and valuable.
Good write, well done.