Poetry Day 5 finds me with fog, elegies, and metaphors. It took me a bit to come up with one for this one, I almost gave up but conquered in the end and came up with something.
I look forward to your thoughts and comments.
Fog rolls over the bog of my mind;
The emptiness brings a sense of peaceful confusion.
Murky images swim, just out of focus:
My essence fades.
Searching deep into the dark depths,
I struggle to find who I am.
I weep, I scream, I mourn,
The loss of my memory, my sanity.
Locked up in here all alone:
My prison, my home, my mind.
Fog waves lap over, filling the void,
Until nothing of me remains.
I function in a state of befuddlement,
Where I’ve lost my mind or my mind lost me.
No one mentioned getting old would be like this;
I want to return to my younger bliss.
Sunny days, sectioned by sparkling nights:
No fog bank in sight.