Sans Sense Poem by Bedanga Rag

I don't know what to do...
And so here I sit writing rubbish!
I miss those days when my mind was full of ideas
My hands couldn't stop writing!

What is it
That's taken away the most precious gift
Once I owned....
And today I'm left with nothing....
But you!

So was it you?
Well I've to think about that!

And beware readers...
This piece is a waste of time!
And it can make your brain
A mind sans sense!