Fog of the Mind

Unkempt and abandoned, 

My mind is an empty town.

Submerged in the greyest fog, 

Overgrown and moss embrowned.

Abandon thought ye who enter, 

The mind here enshrouds in dense smoke.

Exit roads remain unfinished, 

Engulfed in a boundless grey cloak.

Fog swallows up the past and 

Present here, as memories wilt. 

Untouched bricks lie in scattered piles, 

For towers never built.