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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