Slowly…slowly… I am losing my mind
I can feel it happening, one thing at a time
Like the sands in an hourglass
Slowly slipping through.
Falling into some dark abyss.
I don’t want to bid adieu.
To all the times in days gone by
Whether good or bad.
They are still my memories
And losing them is sad.
So now I’m obsessively writing
Jotting everything down
Every thought and memory
Scraps of paper now surround
This little spot I sit in
With my paper and pen
So when memories are no more
I’ll be covered in them.
Like a post-it woven patchwork
A wondrous little covering
I’ll be wrapped up in them
And old memories I’ll be discovering.