SUCH IS DEMENTIA`S WORLD
As I walk through the street, I am there, yet I am not,
You see me, even hear me, yet I don't see you
I am not in your world, I am NOT in my own world,
I am in dementia`s world where nothing is real,
YOU are not, THANKFULLY
I stand and stare at the shop windows, but I don't see me,
Sometimes I see a younger me, sometimes an older me,
But I NEVER SEE ME, never the REAL ME,
You hear me speak, but sometimes I don't hear you,
I want to hear you, I want to hang on to every word,
I want this world to make sense again,
But of course, it doesn't, not anymore,
I see where your going, but I don't know where I am going,
I hear you laughing, and yet I cannot laugh,
Dementias world is devoid of all sense, humour, and direction,
I walk in a maze of uncertainty and loneliness,
Each step is so hard some days,
Each step feels like a mile walked,
I stumble and stagger as if walking over rough terrain,
Sometimes falling over absolutely nothing, in a heap on the floor, in a heap of embarrassment,
Never wanting to get up again, hoping dementia`s world will swallow me up,
Sometimes I am here, sometimes not,
Anf yet I feel I am everywhere, but yet? I am sadly NOWHERE
SUCH IS DEMENTIA`S WORLD
Norrms Mc Namara
Diagnosed with Dementia 9 years ago aged 50
(feeling different today )
Please share if you wish
As I walk through the street, I am there, yet I am not,
You see me, even hear me, yet I don't see you
I am not in your world, I am NOT in my own world,
I am in dementia`s world where nothing is real,
YOU are not, THANKFULLY
I stand and stare at the shop windows, but I don't see me,
Sometimes I see a younger me, sometimes an older me,
But I NEVER SEE ME, never the REAL ME,
You hear me speak, but sometimes I don't hear you,
I want to hear you, I want to hang on to every word,
I want this world to make sense again,
But of course, it doesn't, not anymore,
I see where your going, but I don't know where I am going,
I hear you laughing, and yet I cannot laugh,
Dementias world is devoid of all sense, humour, and direction,
I walk in a maze of uncertainty and loneliness,
Each step is so hard some days,
Each step feels like a mile walked,
I stumble and stagger as if walking over rough terrain,
Sometimes falling over absolutely nothing, in a heap on the floor, in a heap of embarrassment,
Never wanting to get up again, hoping dementia`s world will swallow me up,
Sometimes I am here, sometimes not,
Anf yet I feel I am everywhere, but yet? I am sadly NOWHERE
SUCH IS DEMENTIA`S WORLD
Norrms Mc Namara
Diagnosed with Dementia 9 years ago aged 50
(feeling different today )
Please share if you wish
