Thought Embers

This hangover leaves me despondent-

You may observe this in my nature

or perhaps you observe this in your own

Much of nothing comes to me today

Instead, I seek other words to describe my tired self

In truth

The world is quiet

A great wind moves the trees’ branches

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Rain hits the earth

I hear the swell of ocean waves

But the mind is something else

Full of fire

Without so much as igniting a spark

No log in sight

No kindling to poke

Just hot thought embers of noise confusion

Looking for a bucket of water to diminish the flames

Only to create a cloud of smoke