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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