Poem
2005.05.24 23:38

I have to make a poemI sit in front of the deskI watch a white paperNothing comes up my mindI try going outI look at the skyI feel only hot as if scorchedNothing I feel My mind feels only jittery
I have to make a poemWith thinking so my head is fullI am unable to stay stillI try runningI try singing a songBut nothing I am able to think ofTime only passesOnly to think is freezed
-1971