The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest-#25 Brain Matter

Alas my brain
Was drained
through a strainer
Of multi media
Input and output.
What a pain!
It's gone
With the wind
Wound up like a
String of yarn
Wrapped around
My phone
My brain was painfully
Drained!
Matter is spaced
It's gone... my brains
Are gone 
Pieces are sliding
I can't catch them
Glue won't help
My file cabinet has been
De-filed
I can't even cry
Because my brain
Doesn't know that--
It is gone gone gone

~RuthScribbles~

Prompt: Elegy directed by Chelsea Ann Owens

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