Confused
Rolling eyes
Clock never stops.
This old routine,
Stuck in a while…
A sick malady
Unwanted gut feel
Scrambled thoughts
Fluttering in the breeze
Grains of sand,
A confusion in mind.
Innumerable whispers,
Following around.
My unseen ghost,
A disturbing premonition.
I need answers!
On my white sheet of paper.
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
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