Poem 775 – Brain Fog

Monday’s mist has crept into my brain’s
recesses, sneaked into the sulci and found
itself at home within these thoughtful folds.
Now settled in, it’s sapped my synapses,
ground down the grey cells, dulled imagination,
leaving me with just a sudden sneeze!!!!

I seem to have developed a cold…
(28.01.26)

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