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by Chloe Sanders

Sitting unable to focus
hands shaking
thoughts running
fingers strumming
eyes wide
foot shaking
paper blank
mind a thousand different thoughts at once
cant grasp a single one
they slip and slide
cant catch one
But I need one
Come back I think you were important
I should remember you
But your gone
If I cant remember did you ever exist?
I want a mind without holes
Where my thoughts can always be whole.


Posted on 11/08/2010
Copyright © 2021 Chloe Sanders

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/08/10 at 05:17 PM

...chloe, what a silent,expressive wail from a soul lost with stimulus overload...they had no initials for me back then[50s] you were just 'bothersome-cause-he-won't-sit-down' and so each line is an echo of me...i ride your wave of awareness and lack...or rather this pome does. well written, perhaps with blood, eh?

Posted by V. Blake on 11/09/10 at 01:32 AM

"I want a mind without holes" This is an awesome, awesome line in many ways. Well done, Chloe.

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