I am losing it
Forgetting a lot
What I was doing
Or what I said
Three spoons of sugar in his coffee
Instead of one
That is a few too many
But I forgot
I do not know you
Who are you
Should I know?
Just go away
And what business
Is that of yours anyway?
What did you say again?
Well, I don't know anymore
They say that I repeat
Everything so very often
That I have already said
I really do not know
For me it's the first time
Every time
Or did I mention that?
I put the heating up
It's cold, is it not?
Then I walk away
And think: did I put the heat up?
To walk back again
And turn it up
Who has set the heater on?
It's so hot in here
I am losing it
My life, my reason
Soon I don't recognize myself anymore
I would not know what to do
If it would become still in me
And I would have to wonder
When I look in the mirror
Who are you
I do not know you
© KH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like an individual with dementia, this piece is on lock with how it is with individuals with early stages of dementia