Locked in this frightening place
it's a nightmare yet I'm awake
All alone, how long has it been?
Not sure how much I can take
Forgetting who I can call
can't even remember their names
I still can't tell how long it's been
Have I been like this for days?
Reflections in the mirror
they seem to be mocking me
I want to escape this place
but it's a condition called Dementia you see
Starting off with a direction
then losing all idea of my plan
sometimes I'm just in my own world
not worrying about who I am
At the end of each exhausting day
during darkness and a thousand chills
my reality is again tainted
brutally bending my mind further still
I wrote this from the perspective of someone suffering from Dementia after observing my mother on one of her bad days.