A wrung mind

Drip. Drip. Drip.
Ideas drop reluctantly
from the wrung mind
so twisted and mangled
there is nothing left to knead
leave it unleavened
as it dries itself out
you who were drowning in thought
Can you not think?

 

Happy National Poetry Month!
-Moony

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