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Brain Dead
JP ( / Canada)

Brain Dead

Haggard surrounded by books
Notes spread across a nook.
Analysis unattended,
Purses, bags, and briefcases too.

Brain full and empty
Words just trickle through
Poetry? Working and amazing
Now I know.

Eyes and neck strained
Waiting for who?
Somebody will come through.

Hi! Hello! Long time no see!
How are you?
Big change, for good I hope
Hello! Goodbye!
Comes the moment of truth.

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Comments (1)

I know the feeling, Great Prose!