Sitting in the coffee shop
Early on Sunday morning
As I often do
Laptop open
Document ready
But my words
My words
They do not flow
I stare at the screen
Flashing cursor
Staring back at me
Judging me
My drive
My passion
Has left
Only emptiness
Remains
Unfulfilled void
Of sitting
And staring
At blank
Nothing
– James Dubeau
There is something
Just out of reach
Always has been
Always will be
Nothing can be done
Except to sit
Stare out the window
Gray and white
Cold void
Encompasses me
My body
My mind
Self sabotaging?
Maybe
Or maybe
Just selective
Too selective
To ever find
What is out there
Just out of reach
– James Dubeau
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