Brain-locked and feeling blue
Hunting for well wrought words
that aught to freely flow forth
and normally come tumbling out
of active mind into screen
nice and clean all wrapped up,
But these are dirty and battered
Forced and fucked with, ill-fitting
like a pieces of a puzzle pounded
in place, pried apart and pasted
back together to form a picture
or a disorgranization or depression.
Sorry — missed my Saturday A to Z Challenge post — so I am doing two today to make up… 🙂 Here is a new poem, kinda needed to get our some feelings of depression that crept on me randomly today.