I stroke a painful brow
my eyes closed to the world
my lips quiet for a moment
in deep contemplation.
The thought process dragging
through a cluttered mind of images
senseless and without meaning,
listlessly unconstructive.
The night seems oppressive,
a moon would help lift the gloom
but none penetrates the midnight
darkness within my fog.
So as I rub my head in concentration
my mind strays back to thoughts
best forgotten and words so soft
that remembering is but heart's flutter.
my eyes closed to the world
my lips quiet for a moment
in deep contemplation.
The thought process dragging
through a cluttered mind of images
senseless and without meaning,
listlessly unconstructive.
The night seems oppressive,
a moon would help lift the gloom
but none penetrates the midnight
darkness within my fog.
So as I rub my head in concentration
my mind strays back to thoughts
best forgotten and words so soft
that remembering is but heart's flutter.
~nea 6/2002
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