desolate mind

three alone
watching out the window
what will come next
and what thoughts press
at the sides of desolate minds…

so full of this day
and all it brings
to the eyes and
all senses working
overtime, desire too
once again be empty…

almost forgot what
no thought felt like
until the moment
emptiness hit, square
in the nose, like
not watching where
you are going and
walking into a wall…

who painted the pictures
on the wall, who put
that stain there, who
filled the salt shaker
who cares, some may
think, but a desolate mind
finds thoughts
when most would say
“not thinking about
anything”…