Fog State of Mind

Is the incomplete sky that shatters my mind, 
Blocking my thought, breaking my memories, 
into a deep hill of noise and bitterness,
there must be a bridge, maybe deep in thoughts.

I can’t recall the many faces, 
the many cards I have received,
but I forgot after all the broken smiles, 
many bars and drinking wild.

It’s the inability, to complete a sentence, 
the unskilled power to rhyme,
is a word on the tip the tongue,
the missing letter in the foreign noun.

Still I look for silver lining, 
the last hope to be achieved,
one small ray of light that break the smoke, 
one more chance to defeat the dark.