Failing Mind by Ann Christine Tabaka

FAILING MIND

Blue days
Black nights
In between all is lost
I search the ceiling
And stare at walls
Time stands still
I find myself counting pennies once again
Where did I leave off?
You extend your hand
I do not feel it
My thoughts are shapeless
My mind is like some amorphous bubble
I do not know where I left it
Blue days
Black nights
And so it starts again

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.

2 Replies to “Failing Mind by Ann Christine Tabaka”

    • Thank you so much Mark. I watched this happen to my mother before she left us. This is what it feels like.

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