Obsession Poem by Kevin Schaller

Obsession



I sit there and write,
never realize it's night.
Gazing at my clock
would cause a mental block.
I want to finish my work,
before sitting in murk.
After writing this text,
sleep will be next.

Sunday, November 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: obsession
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Story of an obsessive genius. Influences: Nikola Tesla
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