A frost-bitten brain cannot think.
It's thoughts are sluggish and slow.
A frost-bitten brain cannot analyze.
It fails, yet tries to grow.
I should know this condition
I see it in the flat face in the mirror.
The more clouded my thoughts become
as I try to make them clearer.
But have a frost-bitten brain
and, oh, how the thaw pains.
I fear the dawning of spring
when comes the melting rain.