lethologica

lethologica and fregoli delusion settle in

every face is the same

no names

endless crowds of strangers in a room full of friends

i’ve said certain words so many times semantic satiation has set in

the neural pathways have been burned from my mind

so if i look you in the eyes and have no idea who you are

it’s me not you

this frantic panic stricken operating system needs rebooted

hard wired to forget

life is a lucid dream and i cannot pass through a doorway without it resetting back to the beginning

endlessly running down hallways only to find myself right where i started again

confronted by fears i have forgotten the name of

no meanings left

associating disassociative disorders with this mental disengagement from what is real and what is only in my head

don’t know what any of it means anymore

lethologica and lethargic despondency

every face is hers

screaming at the walls as it goes back to the start

or is this the end

surrounded by strangers that seem to know intimate details of my life

i don’t know any of you

but you look like her

who is she

who am i

5 thoughts on “lethologica

  1. Mike! ..Your poetry should be hanging next to the portrait of Mona Lisa. The mystery of her smile would finally be known!
    You have mastered the art of poetry with nothing less than slam dunks! Amazing …

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      1. It saddens me though, that there are not at the least 100 likes on each of your poems, and stories!! I mean, seriously, of course every writer is fabulous in their own right! But, every now and then a gifted writer comes along and should they not be recognized for that gift?
        I happen to think you are one of those writers. I admire your work. So much talent! And, you’re welcome. Your poem about the woman up stairs… hilarious, yet sad.

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