Snow filled mind.

Dear diary: – Here I sit with a snow filled mind.

 Watching from the Window out onto snow covered branches of my memories’. It is rare for the sun to shine and highlighting face’s I once knew. Loneliness and fear my only companions now. Sometimes others are with me who I feel I should know, their faces familiar but forgotten.

         Sitting in my coat watching from the blizzard that is taking my mind. Craving the company of those faces I can no longer recall. Knowing I was where I am when the snow began is of no comfort to me. Language is starting to elude me so ow I must say goodbye, as the snow blizzard now fills my waking thoughts. Sitting in my coat at the window wishing to be warm again.

 I only wish I knew my name here at my end.

This is a 144-word flash fiction of how I would imagine it is like to pass from any form of dementia. It is written in memory of those who have been taken by one form or another.

It is based on the poem “the dead of winter” by Samual Menashe the line “I was where I am when the snow began” is taken from this poem. Some of the other lines echo the poem.

Thanks Merrill.@ #dversepoets pub for kick starting me with this prompt. Been meaning to write something like this for a while.

© 04/12/2023 rog leach