Dementia

Dementia

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Dementia
The essence of mind
in decline
becomes a shell,
empty.
Who are you?
Who am I?
No one remembers
I don't know....
any more.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 20, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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