Dementia Daze Comments

This evocative poem delves into disorientation and introspection, painting a vivid picture of emotional turbulence. The yearning for home and the unraveling of thoughts create a powerful exploration of inner struggles in a surreal landscape.

five stars here, from me.

While I'm swallowed alive in catacombs Etherised thoughts tangle, blur, and decay From no-one to no-where to nothing'

'Familiar eyes me defiantly' Hmm? What does this mean? It seems some word(s) is/are missing.

I lost my Mum to dementia I truly understand this poem Bravo!

A thorough investigation of the effects of dementia, and fantastic poem. Loved the exquisite way of presentation.

[cont.] Now, nearly age 74, I put cartons of milk where they belong, in the broom closet (a lie) . Oh . I can (almost) feel the DAYS of my D-Daze coming on. : (

Perhaps YOU, my friend, ARE demented? : ) About 4 years ago, around age 69, I found myself about to 'return' a carton of milk to a cabinet (true) . [cont.] ...

You've supplied me with a description of this poem (sort of) : 'Nothing makes any sense' I wonder how accurately and how often the poem reflects the 'feel' of dementia, IF one can feel it. bri ; (

Did you know? 'A type of cupboard, cabinet, or wardrobe - originally used for storing weapons.' (3rd definition I found for 'armoire') bri ;)

What an amazing poem. Very sad though. Dementia is something I've always feared. This really captures the loneliness of it as one eventually becomes lost in their own soul.

Sounds just like the dreams I have