My mind has simply stopped working.
Though it once ran
like
clockwork.
Like a clogged up drain,
the ideas are there,
but they
simply
can’t
flow.
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
this
new
fantasy,
my heart breaks as I realize
the old friends are dying, too
and the nightmare
is
coming
true.





