Dementia of the mind

Pain is the expression on my face
Sweat is the fluid seeking through my pores
Is this a nightmare I ask myself
Then realization hits

The sweat is nothing more then a sign
A sign of my trouble
The sign of my pain
This is the things that's haunted me for years

My unconscious mind controls a lot
Mainly my dreams
The dreams of pain and horror
Primarily intense and excruciating pain

This is my nightmare
Whether I consciously know it or not
This is the dream I cannot escape
The dream I speak of is what I live in
The nightmare I speak of is known simply as my Purgatory

It's pretty good, though it doesn't flow very nicely. I would suggest rearranging it so that it flows better. :hattip:

Very well written!

The flow is a bit off, but you've got this writing thing down. This is a pretty dark poem; darker than most of your work. I like darkness, so you won me over on this one. :2thumbs: But I DO have a question about the title...

What other kind of dimentia can there be? LOL. :laugh: Sorry man, it's just when I hear dimentia, I think to myself, "I wonder what it's like in that guys mind." If there are other forms of dimentia, I'd like to know. I'm so hungry, I might have dimentia of the belly. :laugh:

Okay, I'm done jokin' with ya! Good job on your new poem, Pockets! :hattip: