Thoughts seem disjointed and malformed
Pulling together the mind takes more effort than usual,
There appears to be a chasm between the reasoning of the mind and the heart
For even reason itself is barely surviving in this space…

Some call it brain-block or mental-block
By whatever name they call it…
I say, it is most unpalatable and disconcerting experience…
As I sit here all alone wrestling to put together some coherent thoughts
To ascribe some meaning to this phenomenon…

Futility seems to stare at me in the face
But as I looked past it, I saw something in the distance…
Alas, there is an horizon, and from it shines a ray of hope
I could sense a gleam of hope breaking through…
Hard to believe, this is a phase and it shall pass.
I shall be free from this space…
Where vacuity reigns.