She couldn't think.
Her train of thoughts had run off a cliff.
She was a writer at heart,
and she could only write when her heart cooperated.
She was depressed;
and upset because no one noticed.
Her eyes were on the paper,
but her mind was elsewhere.
Him being elsewhere.
She wasn't talking that day.
She completely shut off the outside world.
Pictures of Him ran through her mind.
He entered the room.
She saw Him and shivered.
He sat in the back of the room.
Suddenly, she was inspired to write:
"She couldn't think.
Her train of thoughts had run off a cliff---"
Poem © 2002 Annie Wyatt, all rights reserved
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This poem is also published at teenwriting.about.com.