Poet13's Blog

Mired in my musings
demon dementia stalking me
specter of an unknowable future
blurry patterns of past imperfect
mangler of memory.

At present I am holding my ground
but feel myself giving way day by day.
Fighting for the right to be here now
clear and unafraid.

Let the demon come
only let me demonstrate a modicum of grace
in the face of fanged formidable foes.
And if I fall flat on mine
here’s hoping we can laugh together.