Amnesiac Poem by Naveed Akram

To amend the rules is sufficient,
But why with amnesia?
Your work is so precious to everyone,
The amity is felt so strongly,
Yet you do not remember us.
Amnesia is all it is, yet you seem to never recall
Or stipulate a fact for the work is so tremendous.
There is an anticipation perhaps of the coming story,
You need an antidote as this is painful.
It’s simply a brass object in the way,
A rash decision is to make,
I am not brash, and I never rattle.
Yet the rasp is heard so well
Of a particular problem.
The mind is suffering, amnesia is the accident,
And what of the partnership?
I find the world now obnoxious,
As this is my observance, when the whole assembly
Is so obsequious and you do not remember us.
I negotiate with the doctors,
And they neglect us as neighbours,
Bewildering us, obfuscating.