In the mind, out of memory
Is how the saying goes.
Where there is no clarity
There is my woes.

There is loss where my colors used to lay
And all wisdom has gone astray.

I do not recall how to be reasonable.
Between good and bad I am in the middle.

Terrifying it is to be blinded,
To be blank,
To forget..
And that is when I act to my greatest regret.