Comtemplative 2
Dying Thought
Caught in mind
Stopped in thought
That which is not easily fought
Words are hidden
Mind is skidding
Fading, the image lost
A halt to all I am lost
Where focus is forever sought
A mighty drought
Has plagued my mind
Killing all prospective thought
All I want is a little shower
Just enough to keep me in power
Keeping me going with this dying thought.
Copyright 2000 Joe S. Lee