Every time I would begin something my brain would go blank. I got up and made myself a cup of coffee hoping the break would jolt my brain back into working mode; but to no avail.
I gave up and left the work and decided to do something else instead.
However, that evening I sat down and decided to write a few lines about my absent brain but nothing, nada not even a word.
To clear my thoughts and mind I lit a candle and asked my angels to help me.
Here is the result.
Lost Afternoon
Today my brain has gone away.
Where did it go?
How could it stray?
I sit and think to no avail.
I hope this state does not prevail!
Not a memory, not a spark.
You must think it's such a lark.
To sit and let the day go by.
I wish I knew the reason why?
Not a word or phase to write.
Now my head is feeling light.
No splendiferous quotes today.
It's oh so dull, I must say!
Inner wisdom sets to flight.
Lexical, verbal words of blight.
Slowly on the minutes pass.
How long is this going to last?
Empty void of afternoon.
Full of dreary doom and gloom.
But not a word of any size,
Can I find behind my eyes.
How could my brain leave me so;
Now i'm feeling full of woe.
But I must try and find a way,
Hoping all is not astray.
There is a word of magic lore.
For my brain to restore.
But first the spell I need to cast
As the day moves forward fast.
A potion drank of caffeine true.
A strong and strange mighty brew
As the potion begins to play
All is not so dark and gray.
Bright and light are all around.
Hidden words are now unfound.
First a vowel takes to flight.
Then a noun, it's sheer delight.
Onward to a sentence break.
Eloquent letters begin to shake.
Now my brain has come home.
I hope it doesn't e'vr roam.
And leave me in a void so bare.
Sitting on my kitchen chair.
