paZt Ze pointZ of return

Itching to type, not knowing what to write.
I resign my effort to communicate.
Yet I am compelled by pen, if I had it,
or by blank slate, which is my brain...
to add something else to an already-claustrphobic "board."
So mindless thought can find rest some place.
Sorry, if this adds to your nightmares.
At least I will sleep freely.
until the cranium-crushing commenses again.