I reached a level of burn-out. <br />Life's burnout, I couldn't say. <br />When trying to write a poem, <br />My thought would stray and stray. <br /> <br />I thought it was a temporary state, <br />A burnt out at any rate. <br />It smote me with a dangerous sword, <br />It took my mind away from my mind. <br /> <br /> <br />And as I lay defeated, <br />And rolling around on the ground, <br />My body fell around and around, <br />But now the Muse said, 'stand up.' <br /> <br /> <br />I thoughtlessly listened to him. <br />I shook off all the dirt, <br />Off my shirt and skirt. <br />I thoughtfully gave him attention. <br /> <br /> <br />I quickly grabbed a plume, <br />And played it on the page.<br /><br />Vera Sidhwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-took-my-mind-away-from-my-mind/
