Brain Fog
Where are my words, my inner most thoughts?
Where have they gone to? Why are they caught?
I'm battling a brain fog that's making me blind,
Living each day, with an indifferent mind.
Where are my phrases, poetical lines?
Metaphors, imagery and such kinds?
Reactions, opinions, all buried deep
Imagination gone to sleep.
Where is my rhythm, words working with rhyme?
Where have they gone to for such a long time?
Has mental clarity gone for a walk
And abandoned me and my inner most thoughts?
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