When speaking becomes a chore,

Words stumble, slip and fall,

Thoughts buzz and race,

My brain is becoming such a whore.

“Spell Kenya” I ask,

Embarrassed and confused,

Why do i not know,

How to do this basic and simple task.

Not too long ago,

I’d scoff, laugh and shrug off,

Anyone who asked such a question,

A question the answer now I do not know.

((inspired by true events of someone suffering from a neurodegenerative disease))