Where is it?
I can not plainly see;
just where can it be?
Why must I sit
in this brain fog
for eternity?
I stare at the page
It stares right back
How rude can it be
when I’m in a pickle
It gives me flack
while I float
through this riddle
I’m tired of searching
My muscles ache and
my aching bones groan
I’d love to escape from
this unpleasant zone
So if you see it walk by
please give me a shout
and block its way out
It’s been quite uncomfortable
living in this drought
Lauren Scott © 2014
🙂 🙂