I’m exhausted and strung out.
I am having to express myself inarticulately
Which under normal circumstances would flow right through me in an effortless manner.
Right now all the words are on strike
Resisting, and uncoperative with all my pleas.
Emotions have run amuck
as if they are high on marijuana
I am unable to put a finger on them and describe my thoughts.
Its a bland hour for the writer
and a sad demise of all things I hold dear.