Empty Headed Poem by Ed J. Wermann

Empty Headed



The quagmire of thought
Stifles and expressions.
It will not be caught.
You have only the vision
Altruistic, unpure.
Bedeviling,
Words unsure,
Confusing,
Unsnatchable
From the blue.
Thoughts inescapable,
No cue!
Opening to ecstasy
When they are found.
Excruciating fantasy!
Bound to this Damned Computer!

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Ed J. Wermann

Ed J. Wermann

Avon Park, Florida, USA
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