My mind wanders
I can’t concentrate
I sink the 11 ball
instead of the 8
How does this happen
How could I confuse colours
of Black with a little dot of white
And white
With a red stripe
Watching a movie
I go into a daze
Gotta rewind
Lost in a haze
Becoming Oblivious
To all that surrounds
With all my continuous
In all that abounds.
Written by;W.J.G.🕊
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Kinda like living on a turntable, going round and around, doing the same thing over, day after day, feeling stuck in a rut,there must be some way to break out of this.... this confusion and absentmindedness, that we all seem to experience, great piece Angel,let me know if you ever find a way to break free,lol
Thanks. Will do🥂🌹🕊🌞
Maybe if you took some water with it LOL
With what? Oh yeah right,lol😂cheers🥂🌹🕊🌞
It has been happening to me for quite a while! So your poem is very relatable. I enjoyed this.
Thanks Rozina. It’s a little scary. I knew I was supposed to go for the 8 ball,but i took the time to line up the 11 ball and sank it right in the corner pocket. And right away I knew what I’d just done. 8 ball is black. 11 ball is white with a red stripe. Pretty hard to mix those up. I have an appointment to see my doctor 😂👍🥂🌹🕊🌞
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