Dementia
My head is in muddle,
my words are in a blur.
I see things in the shadows,
but nothing is really there.
I have no concept of time,
or even words I have said.
I don't recognize my children,
which makes me full of dread.
Even worse people don't understand,
the pure confusion I feel.
I know that I am me,
but "ME" at times seems surreal.
I shout instead of talking,
but my volume is at loud.
I used to be respected,
eloquent and even proud.
Each day I seem to worsen,
falling further than in reach.
I am losing my lifeline,
as quickly I reach the deep.
By Elle Smith Copyright 2017
Dementia is often related to old age. You have succeeded in portraying the condition quite succinctly. I must thank you for taking up the subject giving it a fair treatment. I quote: I know that I am me /....but ME at times seems surreal.
Thank you as I deliberated as to whether I could express this condition in poetry, without reducing the magnitude of its effects. I hope that it offers understanding to the many who struggle to cope with watching the effects on a loved one..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of a medical condition associated with aging, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing ELLE.
I am relieved that I have clearly captured this condition correctly, as that was a real worry for me.