Concentrations

My mind begins to wander

From the page of syllables to the corners of the room,

Writing distant words.

My mind ponders on some other theme.

Incoherent words, thoughts

Drift by on the clouds of my mind

Misting my concentration.

Reading unmeaning

Unconnected words,

Words shade the dark moons of my mind.

My ears echo with far off, distant voices.

My intellect has lost the situation

As I wander, flicking over the pages.

 

 

Written, age 15,  during a History lesson, I believe.

 

 

The End

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