A silent and dusty mind,
Meaning memories are hard to find.
As cobwebs cling to jumbled thoughts,
With a last attempt to rack your brain,
Searching for a seat within the train
Of thought that seems to have departed,
Leaving you in lands uncharted.
It never used to be like this.
Remembering faces and names,
Now a struggle to reminisce.
Cast in thick fog,
A grey mist that sticks
Causing thoughts to slowly slip
Out of sight, thus, you forget,
As if your life has been reset.
Until the switch is finally flicked,
A flash of reflection firmly gripped.
And for this moment,
Although the light is brief,
Can you feel memories sweet relief?