The new message remains blank
My sullen eyes hardly move
All ideas I once had, sank
Where is my groove?
Cold hands graze the keys
As the mind continues to think
What message will put thee to ease?
Countless hours lost to the mental sink
And I sit and wait
As the screen remains switched on
The clock reads 11:08
And any further thoughts were gone.
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PoetryPoems based on texts and emails of personal experience and reflection. Past and present may apply, but that's for you to simply find. Read them and enjoy! [Updates: Varies.]
