The Fog descends, envelopes my eyes,
An unfamiliar place, my mind lies,
Dementia`s cloud is here again,
Spreading woe to all akin,
Words spill out but make no sense,
Frustration rises, muscles tense,
Trying to make sense of life,
Whilst hearing each teardrop, from my wife,
Never knowing, how long will stay?
Dementia’s demons that ruin my day,
And then the fog begins to lift,
And once again my life shifts,
I look around, and all is well,
Why must I endure this “LIVING HELL ”
