Without a measure of focus
Time passing
seems wasted
Inspiration
is the cure

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[My response to Chantelle’s poem 30 Days of Poetry – Day 8 ( Personal Challenge ).]

Mind is blank
To match the expression on my face
writing, it used to come so easy
now I stare at empty space
you’d think that if you stared long enough
something would come to mind
but all that seems to be happening
is my awareness of the time
seconds, minutes, hours, days
everything just fades away
and all I can seem to think about is life
and how much of it I’ve wasted