Brain Fog

The final crimson voice
Lost perpetual poise
Empty years of faith
Social-emotional chaste
Leaving behind the lies
Growing beyond the skies
Can I pretend to be healthy
Enjoyment for the mentally wealthy

Flying through the ground
Falling into the sound
Escape internal monologue
Brain constantly fogged

My hands continue to shake
Don’t worry, I’m finally awake
I feel I’m planting poppies
Or is it internal brutalities

Flying through the ground
Falling into the sound
Escape internal monologue
Brain eternally fogged

What did I say - What do I remember
Why did I see - What do I remember
What did I do - What do I remember
Where did I go - How often do I remember

Flying through the ground
Falling into the sound
Escape internal monologue
Brain mistakenly fogged