Gathering Clouds



gathering clouds

Through a shimmering haze

The world moves on

You, my fairest queen

Drifting effortlessly in the distance

Waltzing along a dreamy landscape

As I struggle, caught in the mire

Going backwards into the mist

People, places, mildly familiar

Floating down the stream

Leaving me behind

The pages have faded

Words making no sense

Turning to dust

Emptiness within

Facing it alone

You have won

Dementia, my invisible antagonist

You have won


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