On the way down
Trying to hold on to my mind
I test myself
Trying to put names and faces together
Sometimes I suddenly succeed
And sometimes there is a blankness
Of a kind never known before
Don't get me wrong
It is by and large
Still working
But it is on its way inevitably down
My mind my me
I have seen others
Who lost it completely
Who no longer knew
Who they were
I have seen the terrible confusion
And anger
When it all cracks up and goes
I hope I will get out before then
But who knows?
We are physical processes
After all
That also
I pray for my soul
And my mind
I pray to hold on in my life
But one day sometime
I may no longer recognize
The name that now claims
To have written these words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem