Blocked Poem by Ted Blue

Blocked



My mind wanders as a swift vapor,
thoughts elude me like a formless cloud.
Concentration flees me, leaving instead mental stupor,
determination shrivels under this villainous shroud.
My desires may arise as fiery grandeur,
but my faculties remain as chilled restraints.

Saturday, September 21, 2013
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