Can't find focus.

All is blurry.

I feel so sick.

Pace, pace, always pace

Cannot stop moving

My thoughts aren't here

My thoughts fly away,

Sprouting wings, away.


Can't grasp them ever.

So away I float,

My mind a mess

My words a smoke,

Swirling about

Wreathing, this way,

That, writhing, stories

come, poetry comes

But where, oh where

Is what I need?

Where is the monster?


The monster, breathes fire.

Inhales my heart.