a vacant mind

a vacant mind
at times a blessing
(close eyes, drift off, peace)
other times a curse
(try to write, try to think, try)

but here it is
empty, floating
blame it on the meds
blame it on the boogie
blame it on a good night’s sleep
blame anything at all

woke up this morning
aspirations aplenty
knock back the morning nine
feel them rattle down
twelve hours later
my day is proven
only by a slapdash poem

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