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