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Vic Evora

Brain Fog

"I wake up everyday planning to be productive and then a voice in my head says 'Haha good one!' and we laugh and laugh and take a nap"
Anonymous

So I asked my wife today
Just what I should write about
Quizzical she looked at me
Perplexed that I asked, no doubt
 
Just like this dread pandemic
Writer’s block, the fourth wave’s out
Three other times I’ve suffered
But this one’s worse, dreadful drought
 
My brain’s fogged up and cluttered
And all verses have gone south
No new concepts come to mind
No words issue from my mouth
 
Befuddled, searching for words
Metaphors complete blackout
Rhyming patterns out of whack
Perhaps I should scream and shout
 
And all day long, moan groan sigh
Or stare blankly at the sky!
 
08-26-2021
© Vic Evora
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