#TuesdayMorning (poem)

I can’t stand it
I watch as the time slowly ticks away
I wish I was elsewhere
But I can’t escape
I’m imprisoned

I don’t want to be here
Stay here listening
To something I don’t care about

I wish I was alone
Alone with my thoughts
And not to be disturbed

But I’m unlucky
And my thoughts are disconnected
Erratic, fragmented, spastic.

Voices break my concentration
and slowly my writing ceases
and this poem dies.

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