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May 2018
I was once wise, but now, old
All I am, is shelter from the cold

Stripped back, until survival is all
Hold me steady and delay my fall

But the signs are clear, they are my fear
Who keeps their will, when their end is clear?

A forgotten fool for facing it whole
But who's to say denial heals the soul?

I see in your eyes, a reminder of the days
Before i saw you in disturbing haze

You ask me one last time, to remember our dreams
But they're of another life and i'm tearing at the seams
This poem is from the point of view of a dementia victim, who is trying to tell their partner that they know it's over for them, and that it is better to accept it, but cannot bring this point across.
Written by
Tom  24/M/England
(24/M/England)   
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