My head is like quicksand today trying to write but it won’t come. No water flowing, ideas coming then going, my brain is just a sponge full of grunge.
My pen keeps moving but it’s losing the battle to make a poem rattle. loads of ideas in between my ears but can’t get them on paper tonight.
My brain is in a bog and I need to write my blog, but it’s just a clog, my brain is a fog it’s such a slog. So, forgive me today if you don’t like what I say. I can’t guarantee what will appear from the fog but whatever it is it’s on my blog. Oh, how I hate brain fog and being stuck in this bog.
Rhythm of the Ink 