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Oct 2020
No thoughts
Head, empty
A blank canvas
I call my mind

How many hours may have passed
I do not know
The ticking of time slowly creeps through
As I focus on the concept that are seconds

The days pass, alone I stand
Facing the great unknown
An unexplainable void that haunts and clouds my vision
Concealing the vision I see

For I am not staring through the window
I am staring, at it
Mood.
Oliver Duckworth
Written by
Oliver Duckworth  17/M/Wimbledon Park, London,UK
(17/M/Wimbledon Park, London,UK)   
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