My Focus is My Own

face1aMy voice falters
Physically, mentally, emotionally
My vocal chords tremble, atrophied from disuse
My mind’s signals are weak
Split into too many isolated threads
Each easily snapped, discarded and discontinued
Bombarded and sliced and shredded
By a society that insists I pay attention
To everything
Applying a machine’s multitasking mentality
Yielding only a multifractured mind
My focus is my own
I will take it back or
I will go silent

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About joegergen

To evoke a smile. That's all. Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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