Fibro Fog

I got up this morning.

Or was it the afternoon?

Energy was high, I felt like soaring.

After a couple hours, yes it was that soon.

My energy was spent, So tired, I began to swoon.

I got wolves at my back door.

I got you standing in front of me.

Telling me how I should be.

And all the while fog fills the room.

I knew you wouldn't understand.

I knew I was doomed.

Whenever the fibro fog rolls in.

Every agenda, like every list and every thought, is gone in the mist.

I've fought

To recall what I'd lost.

The more I tried the more I realized the cost.

Baby I've got fibro fog.

The world is looking so hazy.

And you think I'm just lazy.

I feel like sleeping like a log.

Has the world all gone crazy?

If its not dwelling in my own cloud.

Then it's pain and swelling.

Please give me a heated shroud.

Make it all go away.

That just something we say,

Because we know it's with us everyday.

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Kilmer Poetics Journal