Slipping Away in The Fog
A poem
A poem
My mind, once a boundless archive,
now a tangle of half-remembered fragments,
a name, a face, a fleeting moment.
I grasp at the tatters of recollection,
watching them unravel before my eyes,
my fingers closing around wisps of familiarity.
Certainty gives way to doubt,
as the ground shifts beneath my feet.
What was once known now lies in shadow.
I strain to find the thread that might
lead me back, back to the person I was,
back to the life I lived.
But the path winds on, obscured,
with each step the way grows dimmer,
the echoes of the past growing fainter.
How long before the light goes out entirely?
Before I lose myself, become a stranger
in my own mind, adrift
in this fog of forgotten time?
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