Scores of scenarios have slid by
In recent weeks
Not now filed in a fractured memory
While my pen refused to move

Some erotic
Some sad
Some incredibly painful
Yet no movement

My mind flits and flees
Embracing little for long
Numbed somehow from an unknown fear
Perhaps

I miss pouring out my heart and soul
To no one in particular
My electronic friend
That holds all my secrets

At least today
My hands will move as my heart cries out