By: Dewar Boutilier Date: 4/11/19
My brain is tired it needs a rest;
it’s veered off the tracks trying to meet its quest.
It’s angry and sad, dark and confused,
as if the happiness I had has all been used.
Frontal lobes damaged, temporal lobes the same
and my cingulate gyrus no longer has its flame.
Short term memory has taken a walk,
with no chance left to turn back its clock.
Decision making poor at best,
just look at our predicaments and you can figure out the rest.
Focus on poetry I can do,
focusing on the rest I’ll leave to you.
Problem solving such a difficult thing,
my math skills gone leaving its sting.
Concentration jumped ship, gone forever,
will it return, I think not ever.
Emotional regulation I’m left with none
and worried each day of what I’ve done.
No arguing please it will upset me so,
on the verge of panic and I’d have to go.
My heart is out there so they say;
the problem is I can’t put it away.
Addictive behavior I know so well,
what its put me through I’d rather not tell.
Social skills abandoned me with the rest,
leaving me out there at what is now my best.
Day in and day out I say stupid things,
not knowing when to shut up, and I feel another sting.
Compulsive behavior I know so well,
take my hand from the stove before it starts to swell.
Oh I can’t do that the other guy is in the way,
obsessive thinking may win the day.
Talking and interrupting I know firsthand,
I do it constantly and it’s never planned.