Uninspired

©2019 CMBClary The vibration of the washer through the wall makes the bed ripple beneath me. My thoughts scatter like shredded paper and I struggle to pick them up and make something coherent of them. All the want of being alone, when I finally am, the desire to produce eludes me. A slight ringing in

A Moment

It envelops me Sometimes I just want to be alone Not always Just moments A moment alone A moment when I am not exhausted and unable to think A moment for just me and silence, a friend I rarely see anymore. A moment for my thoughts to creep out from dusty corners of my mind