The Fading Forest

In recent months I have had chance to spend time with someone who had begun to display signs of Dementia. This has been both enriching, and eye opening all in one, yet it has become a chance to spend quality time with one, who I viewed as strong in mind and body and full of life. Yet he sits at times full of memories ect confused what happened to his world as it were.

I have found this as Emotional and swept me like a tidal wave crashing onto cliffs. Yet to a creative and wandering mind of a poet carries me on a journey of memories, “What If’s and If Only” in return for extra memories and stories stored in my own mind for until my day’s end.

For Today’s Poem is about “Dementia!” or if one was to use any of the terms used to describe folks who wandered into this walk in life, It is known as “The Fading Forest” or “The Shadowed Mind” Or “Muddied Memories”. Taking ones pick is a choice to make if they wished. For they are also spoken of as “Regressing in Childhood” OR “The Walking Dead”! Some of these I personally find as a disgusting way to speak of suhc people who deal with this. Yet for me They are Family, They filled me with a life of memories over years. They taught us to Drive, to do some of the tasks that took us through life. They gave us life and I give them respect.

This is as short and brief that I could manage to describe what This Poem is about.

About The Poem:

I wrote todays poem with two people in mind, also with their families who watched them walk in a “Fading Forest” or a “Shadowed Mind”. Regardles sof how one calls or references “Dementia”, Today’s short Poem is for them. Also it is a tiny part to mark my respect them for a life lived fully, a life lived with all the ability that they could ever have managed.

The Poem is set up in the usual manner that I have found best for my style of Poetry, yet I feel that much much more could be written on this, yet only the few words that I wrote on this was enough to mark it here. I have been walking a road as it were every Tuesday for the past number of months and it has made me a better person yet also one who is more aware of How fragile life is.

Those who are strong filled with Life can be struck like this! This in itself makes me emotional in a way, because to someone, they are Parents, Aunts or Uncles, A Brother or Sister, They once were seen in the lights I spoke of but now they struggle to remember and confusion that surrounds them is unspeakable…

Having said all of this; Please Enjoy This Poem:

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Through The Fading Forest



 
Out like a light, Memories flight,
Slowly into the night despite,
His battles to remain the same,
For no escape from what became.



The muddied memories that rise,
With the light of confusion cries,
For this fog in mind is living strife,
The strength it weakens in his life.



Through the Fading Forest he walks,
Often stumbling e’er still he talks,
Of days long gone thus left him sigh,
For Memories are losing their cry.



This wave that washed his shadowed mind,
Left him empty and lost in Kind.
Yet reasons to question left to sing,
Once strong of mind and body it’s sting.



Where goes this faded forest now?
Or Filled with Lifes affair allow?
Thus left behind in childish tales,
Or memories shared in details.





© Pat Fitzgerald 2025

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on my little journey, that is composing or writing poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on and my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feed back is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry is a learning curve where I always work to improve. A lot of work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until I am happy with the result. This is how I operate in creating posts to share here.

Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.

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