My mind has simply stopped working.
Though it once ran
Like a clogged up drain,
the ideas are there,
I try to think back to when this had happened before,
and my search had me going far.
It was not writer’s block,
or even just a passing phase.
It happens only when my obsession changes,
and that is why my brain is electrified.
But though my thoughts are always of
my heart breaks as I realize
the old friends are dying, too
and the nightmare