Fog

I’M FORGETTING NAMES AND FACES

I’M LOSING TRACK OF TIME

MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED

I CAN FEEL THE FOG IS CREEPING IN

EACH TIME RETREATING LESS

WHAT LITTLE I REMEMBER IS SLIPPING AWAY

AND THE NEW DOESN’T STAY

I WANT THE LIGHT BACK ON IN MY BRAIN

I WANT TO THINK WITHOUT MY THOUGHTS BEING SLOWED BY PAIN AND EXHAUSTION

I WANT TO REMEMBER WITHOUT PROMPTING

I WANT TO LIVE THE LIFE I DESERVE TO HAVE

I WANT MY MIND AND BODY BACK

I DON’T WANT THE DAY TO COME WHERE I REMEMBER NOTHING AND NO ONE

I DON’T WANT TO WITHER AWAY

BUT I CAN FEEL THE FOG SURROUNDING ME

AND I KNOW I’LL SLIP AWAY…