Hours Unmoving Motionless Writing Poem by Terence George Craddock

an expanding
mushroom darkness
seeking blotting
out mind spores
no desire to speak
rest time now forced seek
I try to stand my legs
asleep both feet

asleep hobbling
around can hardy walk
too much writ speak talk
in hours unmoving
motionless writing
fever fest feast
am I ill do I need a pill
is it long overdue time water to swill

once I was long hours
an active live wire
now only sleep rest I desire
doctor I need not see
time defined I know exactly
what is happening to me


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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