A poem.
Comes and goes,
a want that was never chose.
Appeared out of nowhere,
that long-captured stare
maybe the cause?
As thought time stood still, a pause
in the mind.
A thought lingering behind.
It is there-
it came from nowhere.
The question now;
How
could this be?
What made the eye see?
Seen so many times before-
but the last time made a down pour,
a stream of thought-
Which taught
the mind furthermore.
Now all that is the constant fuss,
a thick black dust
causing quite the dusk.
Especially in one’s mind,
time away from it is hard to find.
And yet another question
which will beckon-
What to do
screams through!
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