The Morning Fog

About the numbness of love lost, love leaving and leaving love

The morning fog
Seeps into my mind,
Dense opaqueness
Blotting out all clarity,
All sense of perspicuity.
I stumble along, putting
One foot in front of the other,
One foot in my mouth;
Feeling no sense of risk or danger,
Feeling not a single thing at all.
Ignorance may be bliss to some,
But I care not as to whether
I trip and fall, or whether
I am here at all.
For what use is knowledge
Without feeling or the senses?
And on this particular morn
Ere I embark to distant shores,
I look back, try to recall
That outline of your lovely face,
But
My heart is dead,
Eyes cried out,
Unable to conjure up
That one single image
I once so cherished.