A Temporary Death Of A Mind

Part of the joys of being depressed.

My mind

A blank slate

Recently wiped clean

By parties unknown

For no apparent reasons

This morning.

As I struggle

To organize

A stray thought

Or two

Into sentences.

Without tripping

Over my mental feet

That feels ten sizes

Too big.

Like I am wearing

Clown sized shoes

Instead of

My slender size 10.

Sigh.

As if

My sanity has

Taken a vacation

Without inviting me

As it's companion

To warmer climes.

Leaving me

Staring at a screen

Where words appear

But make no sense

To my poor brain.

As the dust settles

Around the base

Of my skull

Without any trace

Left behind.

Forcing me

To move through today

Like a brain-dead zombie.

Until I able

To regain

My lost thoughts.

Author's Note

Depression sucks!!