'My Minds Disease' Poem by Linda Winchell

Trapped inside… my rapidly aging prison
Where I don’t know… who it is I am.
Can’t dress myself now properly
I’m reverting… back to where it is my child began.

I’m in a child like situation…
Placed in diapers… every now and then.
And I talk sometimes in gibberish
Feel I’m going…totally out of my head.

Living in the past… I’ve noticed more
No future for me seems to lie ahead.
At this rate that I’m going…
I think I’d be better off sometimes dead.

This disease is ravaging… my body and mind
Have nothing that I seem I now can do.
Family afraid now to leave me alone
What is a person… with this hopelessness to do?

I know I won’t realize… who my children are
One day I’ll wake up and just see.
Faces that I won’t even recognize
But they won’t seem to understand or see.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
**Dedicated To Mom