Lost Words

losing words and dates again, I laugh when I have trouble with a form but part of me is frightened, my neurology is not the norm, never was, but this dense fog is getting deeper;   first I cannot read as I lose focus, my thoughts loop, as I infer what I inferred before before…

Absent I

Lost focus; Thoughts are flighty friends, Loneliness Born within The absent I escaping All navigation.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Fog

thick fog descending,

fighting to find thoughts missing

in the throbbing swam.