Focus

Focus

A Poem by Kayla

Focus, a word that requires itself.
Black spheres dance in my peripherals,
yet disappear with an upturned glance.
How does one know chance?
By bothering to question,
one is not focusing, 
but rather obsessing.

Vibrato on guitar strings
bides time until we meet.
Wherever you are,
many are oblivious,
masochistic and impatient.
I'm difficult.
Just know that.

© 2013 Kayla


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Lol! Quiet funny! Isn't it?

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Hello. I'm eighteen, and a college student studying biology, yet my passion is writing. I write mostly poetry with nature influences. I also write stories, but I have yet to post any of that. I jus.. more..

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