Dementia

Deep in despair

Our consciousness hides in the small forgotten parts of the mind

The thoughts that dwell here are of dark and lonely descent

A brooding shadow slowly creeping up to the corners of our subconcious

Like a slow motion fall

Uncontrollable

Not aware of the repercussions that train of thought leads to

Slow progression

A form of dementia that takes only the good memories

Leaving the bad to soak deeper into our being as we lie awake contemplating

Life seems to stand still

Then full force out of nowhere launches us

Leaving us with gaps in our memory

Unsettling feelings of dread creep upon us late at night as we try desperately sleeping

Sleep is barely satisfying

Wondering, pondering the things seemingly forgotten as we trudge through life day by day

The shadows growing darker

Creeping closer

Gaps are larger and less easily avoidable as we suddenly realize

We don't know who we are

Where we are

The shadow completely enveloping us as a whole

Wandering aimlessly through the darkness

Forevermore

-Tanya Petkau