I know it is wrong

To wish I was dead

Because I have my wife

The love of my life

Afflicted with dementia

For whom I care.

If this was not so,

I would love to bid the world adieu,

And depart

From my depression

And foreclosure

Which is pressing upon me.

I am semi-alive,

But a dim flicker of my former self,

Alive

Only because I am a carer.