Brainfog

My memory is muddled
Like a dirty pond
My conciseness affected
Flirting with delirium
Better living through chemistry
Is my way to clarity
It doesn't mean party drugs
Or avoiding my reality
I fight the dissociative
Cling to sharp moments
I can't imagine
Trying to be muted
But this isn't my choice
My body fights pain
By removing memory
The wipe isn't selective
One moment naiveté like a newborn
The next wise from trauma
I don't get to know what is lost
I don't get to decide what is kept
Loosing words and thoughts
Not remember the details
Sure makes harsh reality
look better than lost reality.

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