Elissa Quigley Poet I do not know?

Concussion- Foggy

.....Nothing
there is nothing there.
Im not saying im stupid
just at the moment 
nothing is going throught my brain.

was that a thought running thought my head?...
nope 
its gone. 
I cant remeber what I am supposed to be doing.

Normally a whirlwind of thoghts,
A blaze of pictures
whisper of voices,
kaleidoscope of emotions
millions of alternative theories,
All racing through my mind 
at hyperspeeds unkown to man.

But right now
my eyes are open,
with out seeing
my ears are listening,
with nothing to hear
my hands are moving,
with out feeling
my tounge rests in my mouth,
with out texture or taste.
my nose is clear,
with nothing to smell

Suspended Animation

it is strange to see, 
but not process.
like looking at a two dimmentional image,
yet not at all.

You have nothing to say,
becuase there is nothing to say.
nothing is in your head,
or at least nothing helpful

the blank stare of the dead
is upon a living face.
the lost of my mind
doesnt have diction.

 I stumble throught the ruins,
 Abandoned nero-structues
 unused and abused
 Awed at the emptyness
 muted by the dusted silence

staring off,
at nothing.
Just staring.
blankly staring.
staring

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