My mind is trapped
lost in on itself
tangled in a web
a fog thick as thieves
stealing my fondest of
memories
what is memory
a window on a forgotten
world
a realm of what was
and what we think it was
or has been

Where do thoughts go
once lost to time
to illness
to that space of neverwhere
here or there
gone
in a mist of dullness
numbness
cold fingers liking down
my spine

So many wonderful things
lost to the ravages of the tiger
in my mind
it tears even the strongest of bonds
swallowing them whole
leaving nothing
behind