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Concussion- Foggy

.....Nothing there is nothing there. Im not saying im stupid just at the moment nothing is going throught my brain. was that a thought running thought my head?... nope its gone. I cant remeber what I am supposed to be doing. Normally a whirlwind of thoghts, A blaze of pictures whisper of voices, kaleidoscope of emotions millions of alternative theories, All racing through my mind at hyperspeeds unkown to man. But right now my eyes are open, with out seeing my ears are listening, with nothing to hear my hands are moving, with out feeling my tounge rests in my mouth, with out texture or taste. my nose is clear, with nothing to smell Suspended Animation it is strange to see, but not process. like looking at a two dimmentional image, yet not at all. You have nothing to say, becuase there is nothing to say. nothing is in your head, or at least nothing helpful the blank stare of the dead is upon a living face. the lost of my mind doesnt have diction. I stumble throught the ruins, Abandoned nero-structues unused and abused Awed at the emptyness muted by the dusted silence staring off, at nothing. Just staring. blankly staring. staring

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Date: 4/25/2017 3:00:00 PM
Hi Elissa, beautiful write but I can't stop thinking of Homer simpson I remember Marge asking him what he was thinking :)))hugs
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Elissa Quigley
Date: 4/26/2017 3:11:00 PM
Thank you Niall.

Book: Shattered Sighs