No Concentration

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No Concentration

Tired of no sleep - no real dreams, shaking from the inner restlessness.
Broken pieces of thought, concentration is lost.
Moments fade until I see the clearness of the corner,
The open windows.
Fog comes upon me without my focus.
I am in a fever inside,
Atmospheric craving in my very blood.
Don't like the coldness, the clouds in my vision.
Remove them!
Disappate, evaporate, go!
Bring me the windows,
The corner.
Bring me my solace.
I have no concentration.

11-24-04

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laydbak1 commented on No Concentration

07-01-2009

This one brings on a sense of a crowded mind and soul begging for release... A good write

dovesofpeace commented on No Concentration

05-27-2009

This is a GREAT poem also sis! I love to read poems that are so deep with feelings. I guess that is what is so great about poems. The true feelings of one self. Thank you for sharing it!

MandyJ

09/01/2009

Hi Janet. Boy, it has been a while hasn't it? I still keep you in my prayers. I just thought you should know that. Thanks for all your responses to my poetry. We really need to chat again one of these darn days. :-)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

MandyJ’s Poems (13)

Title Comments
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No Trust 1
Blue Tunnel 1
The Lies to Believe 1
A Bed of Roses 4
No Concentration 2
Meant to Breathe Again 2
My Walls 0
Rolling Hills 1
And You? 1
What's in Between? 1
Darkness Touch 1
What You, My Savior Do 1
Solace 1