Fogged
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1 min readJan 28, 2020
limbs, infused with lead,
shuffle slowly,
eyes mired in acidic refuse,
refuse to focus,
body clamours,
louder than thoughts have ever been
brain chooses to side
with the squeakier wheel,
abstains from the high
of stringing words,
withdrawal pumps guilt
into overtaxed neurons,
tightrope strains further
physical…mental…physical
the beads travel,
unsure which represents
the dark(er) side,
stalemate dispenses exhaustion
in equal measure,
futile fight, muses Sandman
as Gordian knot is cut;
tomorrow, it begins anew
© Indira Reddy 2020