MY RESTLESS MIND
Like an unkempt
room
Bulbs due for
change
Music and noise
Both molest my
ears
With lights
flickering
My vision more
than blurred
My heart races
Pumping unrefined
crude
Crude thoughts
Making no sense
My limbs are deaf
To the melody of
my heart
Insensitive
To the slug
gathered within
I cannot sleep
I labour to
breathe
My palms moist
My pupils blown
Staring into
eternity
Endless blank
paper
Yet with ink
I scribble
Only left with
hope
That beholding
eyes
Will see sense
And hear the music
From my restless
mind
17-2-09
joa
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