Am I Still Me? Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I am not dead though I should be
There’s very little left of me.
I do not live merely exist
My mind is clouded the mist persists

I can’t remember anything
Although I try there is nothing
I don’t know where I am or why
I wonder sometimes who am I

Then the mists descend again
I don’t know where I am or when.
My body lives my mind has fled.
Dementia which I used to dread.

Has destroyed my ability
To think at all coherently
I am not happy nor am I sad.
I would not know if I was glad.

I should be dead but I am not.
The art of living I forgot.
The mists do lift occasionally
And I remember I am me.

Although my body is quite fit
Without my mind what use is it?
Am still me or just a shell
condemned to a living hell.

Am I still me?

I am not dead though I should be
There’s very little left of me.
I do not live merely exist
My mind is clouded the mist persists

I can’t remember anything
Although I try there is nothing
I don’t know where I am or why
I wonder sometimes who am I

Then the mists descend again
I don’t know where I am or when.
My body lives my mind has fled.
Dementia which I used to dread.

Has destroyed my ability
To think at all coherently
I am not happy nor am I sad.
I would not know if I was glad.

I should be dead but I am not.
The art of living I forgot.
The mists do lift occasionally
And I remember I am me.

Although my body is quite fit
Without my mind what use is it?
Am still me or just a shell
condemned to a living hell.