Wasting My Time

Wasting My Time

Wasting my time

Writing words that mean nothing,

I sit here and contemplate

The world that surrounds me.

I sit here alone,

My thoughts, they surround me,

I see them - I feel them,

I cannot express them.

This pressing weight

Against my bosom, it hurts me,

I long for the time

Where a poem meant everything.

I'm drifting away,

My mind, it does wander,

From subject to subject

Hardly stopping to ponder.

Then - everything - stops

I found it, the search ends!

I'm writing away,

My mind is at peace.

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