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Drained
Of the last drop of moisture
Strained
Devoid of any psychic fixture
Constrained
By an invisible boundary
Restrained
By an intangible quandary
Arid
Till my pores ooze dust
Turbid
By the viscosity of disgust
Pallid
By the fading act of clues
Languid
As some fatigued recluse

Such is my mind
When it’s full of vacuum,
Tearing at wordless carcasses
That it attempts to exhume
While hoping to catch a whiff
Of an idea’s faint perfume

Oh dear sweet words,
I beg you to quit your rage
And like gently soaring birds
Sweep into my mind’s cage
I promise to free you in herds
While your depth I try to gauge


*I wanted to write something… anything!! But somehow, nothing seemed to move my thinking fingers… So I figured I should leverage this nothingness… and eventually ended up writing my thought on thoughtlessness and those most dreaded days ruled by lack of imagination/inspiration :).. *

**Posted for the amazing One Shot Wednesday(Week 37)… Check out the wonderful poets/poetry there.. link in, and ENJOY!**

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