Wednesday, March 17, 2021

What Is It?

 

Summertime but I feel cold.

Empty thoughts that seem so deep.

Heavy eyes of tears unrolled.

So tired yet cannot sleep.

Things begin to drift away.

Known faces now appear strange.

But my wits will find a way

as memories rearrange.

Worry not to find the cause-

the mind has taken a pause.


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