you and nothing

March 21, 2017

By jl woodPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

I’m gone —

I could be

out of my mind.

Patience, they say

but patience takes time,

which to me, it seems

doesn’t run a straight line.

It flies by,

sometimes.

Happens,

passes

in flashes of light,

but sitting here waiting

it only drags by,

an empty mind,

preoccupied

with you and nothing,

blank but troubled,

riddled with wonder.

I’ve been sitting here,

running out of ideas —

Or could it be,

they’ve run out on me….

I write fiction I've been scared to post, and poems I spam everywhere.

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