The Blank Page

When words fail…

The fog in the skies

Seeps into the brain,

Clouds the grey matter

And wrecks the neurons.

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Half-baked ideas play dodgeball

As hands hover on the keyboard

But the page remains blank

Writer’s block or brain fog?

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You pick, for my mind’s away,

Perhaps on a holiday,

Dreaming of sunshine

And drinks with umbrellas.