The Forgotten

The worst part about all of it,
Is that you can't bring yourself
To do anything. No matter
How pressing. No matter
How urgent. No matter
How important. It just
Doesn't matter. Nothing does.

It doesn't let up. It's
All-encompassing. It's
Suffocating. And the only thing
That could make it go away,
The only thing that could end it,
The only possible answer,
Is completely unknown.
It's like staring at an
Open wound, knowing
What to do, but forgetting
All the words and
All the meanings and
All the processes to fix it,
To patch it up, to
Restore it. And even
These words have been lost.
Even these words ring to deaf ears.

I am staring at an open wound.
I need to fix it. But wait -
What is a wound? What is
The word that stands for. . .
Is it heal? I don't know.
I just don't know anymore.