In the labyrinth of forgetfulness,
life has lost its luster and playfulness,
the brain and the tongue aren't on the same page,
it feels like thoughts are locked up in a cage.
Names, dates and time have become elusive,
fading as the mind becomes more passive,
anger leaps forward like a trapped jaguar,
positioning itself on a wire.
Daily routines have been turned upside down,
delightful smiles have been replaced with frowns,
frustration and confusion lead each day,
decisions, control are slipping away.
The borders of reality are loose,
illusions step in creating a ruse,
actions forgotten in lucid moments
leaves a sense of emptiness which torments.
In the labyrinth of forgetfulness,
lost, floating in the abyss of darkness,
the mind's inability to recall,
leaves memories suspended in free fall.
Fritillary Friends
9 hours ago
2 comments:
This is really a great poem !!! You could also rename it MENOPAUSE .
The first two lines came to me while I was driving to work. I jotted them down once I arrived. Later it was finished at home.
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