An Ode to Brain Fog

I can’t remember where I put my mind 

what thought I was last thinking 

left unfinished, open-ended 

dangling 

over the edge of 

nothing

I can’t remember what it feels like to be 

fully awake and alive 

knowing there is a path to follow 

scattered with experiences and emotions

There are a great many things I can’t recall 

or just don’t care to acknowledge at all

The spark’s gone out and I can’t see a thing

My life’s gone dim and I don’t know when I’ll live again

But life’s a funny thing for it just keeps going 

even when the going’s rough 

because at the core of it there is 

something

(A little seed of defiance?)

There must be a reason for this fog 

for the dimming of mind 

for the enclosure of self into 

a small space 

all fuzzy round the edges

I don’t understand 

but I let things be