Dementia ----------------------- Brilliant streaks of light Spear through the skies The hum of rumbling thunder Clairvoyantly tries To warn of new deluges To come over my soul Massive banks and folds grey clouds unrolled It isn't dusk nor night Ominously bright The earth, luminous green The brightest I have seen How did I get here? Where am I today? Why do I so stand Exposed and in dismay? Where is everyone? Why am I alone? Why are my clothes torn? Tell me why, someone. Its windy and its chill Yet the trees are still Motionless like death And every single breath I take is full of pain Am I now insane? Why don't I remember A reason or a name? Why does it not all Any longer feel the same? I'm standing in the rain My feelings washed away Everything around Brilliant green or grey Sparks falling from the sky Captured, bright and wet Bobbing up and down In water rivulets Where am I today? What day is it today? Why do I so stand Exposed and in dismay? There's someone in the distance Someone far away A tiny speck of life By the mountains dark and grey Calling out to me From a hundred miles away I hear a distant wail Drifting through the gale Luminous green of earth A billion blades of grass Rolling plains of shards Slashing through my feet Piercing as I pass A path through the wet grass The person cries for me Where does this path lead? I am walking bruised, cold But the grey mountains recede Its neither dusk nor night Why is there so much light? Why does this path bend? Why does nothing end? The ominous skies part A dagger through their heart Deafening claps of thunder My name torn up asunder Can't hear in this strife That voice that is my life Just rumbling rolling sound For miles and miles around The distant speck, now small Silent through this all Where did I come from? How did I get here? Why is green so bright? Is this perpetual night? There's a welling deep inside The deluge of oceantide A sob that is a breath Neither life nor death -------------------- 19 Mar 2018 10:15 PM