A Dying Mind

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Written by the50yearoldpoet

My heart once full is now empty

love has been lost

which once was plenty.

Regrets haunt my waking hours

but it is at night they overpower.

 Staring at the ceiling

with tears in my eyes

as I watch my memories slowly die.

Every day I forget a little more,

where are my keys

and did I lock the door.

I realise what is happening

cannot be cured

but it is such a heavy burden

that has to be endured.

Family and friends names

are becoming a struggle,

there are too many for

my dying mind to juggle.

It will not be long

before I forget my own

and then you,

I will finally disown.

adult alone black and white dark
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