BROKEN BRAIN
I haven’t written anything new
in what seems to me, like ages.
I sit down with good intentions,
resulting only in more blank pages.
I think my brain is broke,
or maybe it just stopped working.
My thoughts are all blurred images
not fully formed, but lurking.
Though I’m near the end of my journey
I’m still a long ways from dead.
There are messages I wish to share,
things yet remaining to be said,
So please bear with me friends,
your patience I request.
Those which don’t come easy
are often among our very best.
If I don’t come up with new thoughts,
I still have some old ones lying around.
Eventually I’ll write again,
though likely, it won’t be profound,
© 2011 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.
Author of: A Pursuit of Life & The Price of Freedom
Chip Bergeron
when you can deliver work of this quality.
Yes!
John
Peace
Tony
fee
your brain ain't broke. There's more profundity in these lines
than you may think. -gene.
Every writer goes through that, and sometimes writing about it brings the muse back! I think this is so in your case. Great poem.
Mary
Anna
Cheers,
Dan
Donna