The Dawn Fog

The spark once surged in my mind

Racing from this to that

Relentless, rapid

Ravenous and curious

Seeking nothing but truth

The spark departed

And fog moved in

To cloud my judgment

To silence my voice

I try to ignite it myself

But I seem to have no choice

Manufactured thoughts

Rehearsed speech

Who am I?

I can’t be me.

Am I living a lie?

Or fighting the flesh?

Is this the good fight?

Or a hot mess?

The worst is a sentence

That starts from the heart

The next words never come

Nothing makes sense

I try to improvise

And react in self defense

But I know that I’m impaired

I’m scared.

Should I open my mouth?

Does anyone care?