Mind is a Fog

by The Cowl Editor


Poetry


by Connor Zimmerman ’20

Pills and a needle
Photo courtesy of Pexels.com

My words:
I stumble,
I fumble,
I want to crumble.

My emotions:
I am dumb,
I am glum,
I want to be numb.

My senses:
I do not feel whole,
I cannot feel my soul,
I’ve given up control.

My mind:
Is a branch drowning in a bog,
Is gears that are clogged,
Is lost in a fog.

All because of a pill…what have I done?


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