Fear of Forgetting

I have this irrational fear

Of forgetting my life

Of forgetting what’s here

My kids, my wife

Our plight and strife

Fleeting, retreating

It cuts like a knife

My head I’m beating

It may be


But I need a PhD

To diagnose me

As it is, I can’t discern

The difference in days

It’s a cause for concern

If I can’t remember anyways

Yesterday from today

How will I be okay

Towards the end of days?

I pray it stays

I’ll mark my skin

With days back then

What happened and when

Perhaps I’ll keep in

Maybe retain

If I may speak plain

Each day’s insane

My brains in flames

I ‘ll try and strive

To remember

Why I’m alive

Come December

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