Catatonic

Mosquitoes bite and suck my blood.
Flies buzz around.
I try to remember what I'd thought earlier.
Try, think and fail.
I stare at the screen.
Look, see, stare.
I move the pictures around.
There.
Now it reflects my mood.
Blank.
Blank as a washed whiteboard, blank as a fortune-teller's gaze.
Empty, headed nowhere.
Drifting away in a daze.

~Sam