The Dreadful Dementia

The world is an illusion,

being a victim of theft is a common delusion, 

confused and depressed I am,

having lost all the learned skills,

driving and cooking being an uphill task.

Into the bright sunny woods I march,

as I forget the way back to home.

Irritable and anxious I am,

mismanaging my bank balances,

misplacing my possessions,

as I wander around the streets,

slipping into hallucinations,

being unaware of my surroundings.

Slurred and cluttering is my speech,

social interaction is my biggest fear,

being shunned and bullied,

I have lost my wits as I've aged,

calculations and concepts look alien,

alphabets and words seem strange.

All over the place I am,

cut off from my near and dear ones,

being a liability to the society,

having no shoulder to rest on,

the best of mine is gone,

as I need to move on.

A hug, a warm smile is what I long for,

I embrace your benign company,

mental support is what I seek

with gloominess at its peak.

I can't dwell on the good old days,

as happiness is a shady memory,

all I wish for is a companion 

to make me feel light,

to ease my wanderlust heart.

Acceptance and care are what I plead for,

kindness would soothe my heart,

your patience and cooperation is invaluable,

I am sad and sick and lost,

done and dusted I am,

all I wish for is your august presence,

I am not in possession of my actions,

my efforts to act normal are futile,

please don't fail to stand beside me,

and love me till my life is done.