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.πŸ•Š



  • Author: W.J.G.πŸ•Š (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2022 22:43
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 24
  • User favorite of this poem: Crowns4Christ.


  • Crowns4Christ

    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

  • dusk arising

    Maybe if you took some water with it LOL

    • FallenAngel1πŸ•Š

      With what? Oh yeah right,lolπŸ˜‚cheersπŸ₯‚πŸŒΉπŸ•ŠπŸŒž

    • Rozina

      It has been happening to me for quite a while! So your poem is very relatable. I enjoyed this.

      • FallenAngel1πŸ•Š

        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 πŸ˜‚πŸ‘πŸ₯‚πŸŒΉπŸ•ŠπŸŒž

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