'' The Battery Had Died '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've had a thought,
It will form a verse.
I feel distraught,
It's made me terse.

But where's my pen,
I need to write,
It's happened again,
It's out of sight.

My brand new ode,
Was in my head,
It's a heavy load,
Knowing it's dead.

I'm going to crack,
It's a bloody crime,
It won't come back,
Not in my time.

I'm sitting relaxed,
They just appear,
My brain's not taxed,
They're crystal clear.

I'm being beckoned,
To pen my desire,
Within a second,
My mind's on fire.

Where it's gone,
I haven't a clue,
Feeling put upon,
I'd say is true.

Say it out loud,
Into your phone,
With the qualities endowed,
You'll record your tone.

The idea appeared,
I spoke as requested,
It was worse than feared,
The result I detested.

I listened so tense,
It was then I cried,
I felt so dense,

‘' The Battery Had Died ‘'