Concussion

Clouded thoughts,
Lost memory.
Everything is not,
The way it should be.

Cotton headed,
Hard to focus.
What is remembered,
And what is bogus?

Lost time,
Forgotten events.
Everything should be fine,
If my mind had so much as a glimpse.

How long has it been,
Since Memory was lost?
What events were seen,
That came at this dreadful cost?

Will I ever remember,
Or not know again?
That fateful day in September.
When life took a spin.