It’s just another brainfog day when all my smarts go out to play
and I slump upon the sofa while my mojo disappears
like a sad and lonely pizza in the bottom of the freezer
bleached beyond all recognition by the frost of many years.
I’ve been sitting here for ages with a book of empty pages
and a poem trapped within me, like a fart inside a lift.
watching Bargain Hunt makes little sense to people of intelligence,
my chronical indifference is blooming like a gift.
And it doesn’t help at all to say it’s just another brainfog day
and there are coping strategies I know can be employed
For Parkinson's dementia is a future misadventure
that I for one was hoping to avoid
Like a guilt-bag from McDonald’s someone tossed into a gutter
I’m as wanted as a letter from the clinic up the road.
Like a jigsaw, that’s been muddled with the pieces of another
or a menu, that’s been written in a long-forgotten code.
Then my story gets confusing, as my memory starts refusing
to recall the things that happened in the chapter before last
If I had the motivation, I could be a bit more patient,
but the truth to tell is honestly, I really can’t be arsed.
And it doesn’t help at all to say it’s just another brainfog day
Just pull yourself together, make an effort, you’ll be fine
When your neurons are decaying and your brain is disobeying
Well it’s just another way of saying cognitive decline
very well done very hopeful poem showing wide perspective of disease. very relatable.😀
I was going to leave a comment but couldn’t remember if I could be arsed. 🥴
I heard PD suffers don't commit suicide.....because they can't be arsed ! Learning to be just a human being and not a human doing is a difficult one. Love the poem, says it all.