Just A Little Something I Didn't Think Of

Dead Brain Cells

roll ‘round deep in my brain,
beneath the folds of tissue
that we think all the same.
Electrical impulses,
they drive my every thought,
and cancers eat the center out
despite the help I sought.

And a mighty wind blows through the empty caverns of my mind, where once there lived a world of thought of every shape and kind, but today houses nothing more than vast desert, void of all thought except that thought which haunts the hallowed halls that were once the temple of my being, my gray matters... my dead brain cells...

Comments

[Ali]

Billy -- this is living proof those cells are not dead and the halls are not empty of thoughts. Only you could write a poem on having nothing to say by saying everything.

Ali