Life can get
embarrassing,
when that dreaded
brain fog
Starts to
drift in.
It makes even the
simplest thing.
Seem like climbing
Everest
with just a toothpick
and a piece of string.
Trying to open a door,
I pushed a window
for way longer
than was called for.
Speech is a major
flaw when that
brain fog seeps up
from the floor.
A sentence you say often
can be lost and forgotten.
A name you know so well,
will drift away on the wind.
Screaming farewell,
as it rescinds
into the feint place within.
It's like all sense leaves
on a different train,
and you are on a bus,
going to a different city,
in a faraway country,
with just a feint recollection
of your own name.
I could miss the apocalypse
in a brain fog mist,
then walk around afterwards
wondering what it was I'd missed
and still spend too much time
pushing at pull doors,
to notice that I no longer exist, neither does the door.
The fog clouding
your brain
stains
every moment, every memory,
every dream.Until in rage
you want to scream,
but your lips have forgotten
that your lungs are not on the
same page, so you just expel dust.
However sometimes it all falls perfectly.
A light dusting of poetry and all is forgiven.
Even the pushing
against a window
When everyone is watching.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"It's Embarrassing"
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