Dementia

A Haiku about Loss of Time

By Kristen HavemanPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Me and Midjourney

I am lost in time.

I know your face — who are you?

Just wait, who am I?

sad poetry

About the Creator

Kristen Haveman

A dabbler, a story teller.

Enjoyed the story?
Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.

Subscribe For Free

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments (1)

Allie Bickertonabout a year ago
Dementia is beyond words. It’s rough.

Keep reading

More stories from Kristen Haveman and writers in Poets and other communities.

Tick - Tock
Tick — a startled cry Training wheels and studying Tock — a lonely grave
By Kristen Havemanabout a year ago in Poets
The Red Book
I red a red book by a reed Or did I reed a red book by a reed? Oh, enough of syntax! And pronunciation... For I finished reading my red book by the reed.
By Deasun T. Smyth5 days ago in Poets
The Past, the Present, the Future
Past: Hey you remember that one time, when we... Present: Don’t! Future: What? What happened? Present: I dare you, let's not talk about it.
By Jess S3 days ago in Poets
Accepting Myself as a Thirty-Three Year Old Elder Queer
A friend, one of my roommates in that monastery in China, recently had gender-affirming surgery. When I messaged to congratulate them on this beautiful and complex milestone, they thanked me, referring to me as an "elder queer."
By kp6 days ago in Pride

Written by Kristen Haveman

Dementia

A Haiku about Loss of Time

About the Creator

Kristen Haveman

Enjoyed the story? .css-e39cfn-Box{display:inline-block;}@media (min-width:30em){.css-e39cfn-Box{display:inline;}}Support the Creator.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

Comments .css-1svwz57-Text{display:inline-block;color:var(--text-default-mute);}(1)

Keep reading

Tick - Tock

The Red Book

The Past, the Present, the Future

Accepting Myself as a Thirty-Three Year Old Elder Queer

Enjoyed the story?
Support the Creator.

Comments (1)