Writer's Block 2

I write the thoughts,
as they come to me,
unincumbered,
and thoughtlessly.

Words, which hurt,
some sublime,
but words,
all of mine.

There are thoughts,
which twitch,
while others,
are rich.

Switching now,
to open verse,
dead on arrival,
words of mine.
I don't care,
what comes out,
of this head, mine,
for I am on
the verge
of losing,
someone because
of Dementia.