Alzheimer's

My brain has rotten. 

My neurons caked with decay. 

I can't remember my last name or enjoy the fruits of play. 

I'm suffering, forlorn. 

Curse the day I was born! 

I have a mind disease, Alzheimer's twelfth degree. 

I look in the mirror but I can't tell that it's me. 

My son says that I'm looking better.

 I can't of course agree. Because I'm lost. 

So far out at sea. 

Only God can save me from me. 

Help! Give me your hand. 

I cannot stand this misery. 

The happy life I once lived is only history. 

I can rhyme, but that too will fade in time. 

My poetry used to be so clever, crafted line by line. 

Now, daily I cry. 

I wish that I would die. 

What did I do to deserve this sickness?

 I can barely wonder why. 

My  cognition has deteriorated to the point of uselessness. 

I'm an empty shell. 

Lay me down to rest

 and banish my head demons to hell.