this does really reflect a human thought and worries. We all
not happy with time stealing our beauty but I always believe that it
can never steal the soul that is one reason why I may not agree with your last line

Other than this it all talk to me and I have enjoyed ..

A well written piece never worry about that soul being stolen it cannot be done, you can hide it from all the Ills that attack you but it is the real you..
A thought then a feeling where the soul is stirred, a tear where the soul is affected by others, you know it is intact, it is receiving the goodness from you each day and is mighty big now, Yours Ian.T

It has dignity because it describes exactly what is happening to you.

This is a good poem well written, even if you feel your fingers
aren't your own, its an odd feeling one gets when one looks
at one's own fingers and thinks, are they mine? They could
belong to someone else, and one feels separated from the
body for a moment, but not so much perhaps when one is in pain.

Life is indeed a mystery isn't it Longobardolino with the blue eyes.
Anni

That is so beautifully put,
superb poem in your comment here,
without the personal element,
for us all to sense with ourselves.,
if we imagine being sick.

I know many of us being sensitive,
as poetry tends to demand, understand this.

Anni.

Much has already been said by others before me which agree with in totality. Good poems like this are inspired from a lovely sensitive soul...

Have a look at the Biography of Terry Pratchet if there is one, he writes stories by the ton and has the same as you or one of the other mind depleting illnesses. It may help to see what he is up to.
Not sure what he is up to at the moment but I will have a look, I have looked and will PM his resulting illness news,Yours Ian.T