Stuck.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
Zero.
(i'll tell you a truth if you come real close)
I've run out of ideas.
my mind does not work
From the Order. Logic. Brains.
The. Sanctuary. Of. Day. To. Day. Life.
to something that is all
asdfghjlmtrvscex;nszgxkla
and
idon'tevenknowhowi'mformingthissentencerightnow
itdoesn'tevenmakesense
In truth, this isn't really a poem.
Just the ramblings of a crazy girl
whosjustadmittedthetruth
I've squeezed the juice out of my brain. Need to dip it back in water.