I sit here staring at the screen
Trying to think of something
For no words will follow kind
In this brain-dead mind
Words had better come soon
Otherwise I’ll be singing a different tune
So to switch off and forget
Then my mind will be refreshed
So much out there to write about
But nothing’s coming, giving a shout
So to rest these little grey cells
Hopefully something will scream and yell
*First written and published 13th October 2011
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Oct 5, 2014
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