Brain Freeze
The white screen stares back
Willing me to type a song;
For me to sing along
But the words won’t come.
No brainwaves or inspiration,
Conscious thought, or revelation;
Might as well be brain dead,
With nothing in my empty head.
My muse has gone, deserted me,
Left me alone in my dire need
To struggle along
As best I can without a song.
Picture: meatinyourmouth.com
©DGA 14.09.2010
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