a slight fog surrounds my mind
thoughts are sluggish and vague
tears slide down the walls, looking
for a place to fall into... words
sit on the stairs unformed and
ill-conceived wishing they had
been still born... a slight fog
covers the phrase that has yet
to be written, pausing once in
a while to pick up strange words
like passengers for a bus... there
are expressions of loneliness
waiting at the corner of then and
now wishing for substitutes but
offer no suggestions... a strange
fog lingers in the subconscious,
not much different than bankrupt
souls looking for a handout and
isolation has once again arrived.
May 23, 2023
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