There was a time
When my brain spoke to me
We had conversations
Clarity of all things

That’s no more now
There is no roar I hear,
No whispers of my brain
All I hear is me breathing, and the voices around me
That snarky comment or advice
Supposed to help me out of misery
Of routine monotony of life

The sorrow of just waking up
All that still muddling my brain

My thoughts
Twisting , forms a curtain
Preventing a solution
An answer
Most of all the beloved clarity.


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