When light envelopes my pint-sized dwelling,

I awaken but cannot remember where I am currently existing.

Who is she, trying to force upon me unfair portions of pills?

Who is this handsome stranger?

He desparately explains that he is related to me by blood-grandson.

Does he have my chin?

Is that my chin?

Surely, that is my chin, it has to be,

I have to leave my mark on something more sustainable than a photograph.

Otherwise, more than traces of my memory will have disappeared.

Some mornings, I open my silver-speckled eyes that cannot cite the function or name of what it is they are witnessing.

Anxiety is a common visitor;

I worry that I will not remember what morning is come the upcoming sunrise.

I'm not crazy, I can't be crazy,

do i even recall what crazy is?

Fact is, I haven't been this way forever,

though I cannot prove that true.

The pretty lady grasps my frail hand,

freckled with sun spots,

and convinces my that we've had a memorable life together.

But I often think that this oddly familiar lady must be lying,

a memorable lifetime would mean that I remember it, right?

I pray to God that one of these days,

I will forget how to forget.

My memory failed me in few fragments at first.

It used to be simpled things-

tying my shoes, picking up my fork, brushing the wisps of hair that grace my head.

Then it happened it memory-blowing bombs.

I forgot what pride was-being a father,

What love is-being a husband,

Being a dreamer-ambition.

They say you are not your disease,

but my condition, like the morning light in my room,

has enveloped me.

I have forgotten what and who I once was,

so all that I've yet to be is alzheimer's.

I am alzheimer's.

I am alzhemier's.

I am..