I started a totally different poem earlier. Unfortunately, as I was writing it I realized I had no idea where the heck it was going. So I did some creative triage and moved on. Here is poem seventeen v2.0.

Enjoy!

Inspirationally Challenged

My fevered brain has lost it’s words,
I’ve naught to say tonight.
And even though I’ve lost my mind,
I still am going to write.

It seems as if it’s going to be,
Much harder to complete.
These thirty verse in thirty days,
A tough target to meet.

But I keep writing though my mind
Is empty as can be.
I must go on because that is,
My commitment to me.

You see these poems aren’t for you,
They exercise my brain.
And that is why I carry on,
Despite the mental strain.

Perhaps tomorrow I will be,
More able than today.
And figure out just what it is,
That I might want to say.

Cheers, Winston