The Sickness

I feel okay I feel fine but sometimes      
The shadows cloud my thoughts      
My confusion somehow combines      
Memories that have been sought      
Recollection of those details confined      
My face cannot hide how fraught      
My mind is with its mental decline      
And the knowledge I've been taught      
     
My wife is starting to get worried      
But I assure her everything's okay      
To the doctor she took me hurried      
To see if he could examine me today      
He does some tests to see how buried      
Thoughts and memories so far away      
Discovering why everything's so blurried      
My brain isn't working the proper way      
     
The feedback we got was atrocious      
Expecting bad news one way or another      
My wife shocked in a state of hypnosis      
From the news we just discovered      
The doctor explaining my diagnosis      
With dementia there's no way to recover      
A continual cognitive decline prognosis      
Concerned about how my wife with suffer      
     
I worry about all of her frustrations      
And the pain of helping me she'll endure      
Medicine slows down my deterioration      
But there's no remedies or a cure      
Will there ever be scientific determination      
Or more research I'm doubtful and unsure      
The rest of our life this suffocation      
Of the sickness forgotten so obscure