POETRY ON MEDIUM
Fun With Brain Fog
A Poem for the Age
Published in
Apr 1, 2024
Words elude me
Floating just above the reach of my brain
I try to focus
They leap away in a game of tag
Dancing, swirling
Ever out of reach
There — other words
Hiding in amidst the fog
Within my grasp
But they are just low-hanging words
Slower, dumber
They will have to do
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