The Mixed Soup Poem by Emeka GOC

The Mixed Soup
The mind was once a clear, familiar track,
But now the words slip off and won't come back.
A conversation starts, then fades away,
Lost in the shifting fog of everyday.
This is no single storm, no solo grief,
But a slow theft that robs the mind of peace.


T's a mixed soup of the things I used to know,
Where simple tasks and thoughts begin to slow.
The recent past dissolves like morning mist,
Leaving a blank, void, where memories exist.
The plans and judgments falter and decline,
A new shadow of me it defines to incline


As shadows that blur the borders of time.
With every fading word, the shadow grows,
Anxiety and sadness come and go.
Characters, behaviours and routine miss lines in time
The youth look on, while elders bear the weight
Of changes altering our internal state.


Yet in the quiet spaces left behind,
A person searches for the thread to bind,
To hold the pieces of a fading art,
And keep the steady beating of the heart.
Why are things become protracted and prolonged mix-up?
Why, how did it happen, forced to eat this mixed soup