Poetry and I haven’t spent much time together. We get along okay, but generally as acquaintances, rather than the ‘friends’ that most other writing and I are. I enjoy reading other people’s poetry but haven’t ever done much myself. One night, though, my brain fog was particularly bad. The kind where you feel like your brain is unraveling. You know what I mean? And in that state, I wrote a poem. If that is what it can be called. I hope you enjoy!
A note to any poetry lovers: In light of the previous paragraph, excuse any poetry mistakes I may make. 😉