Poetry Day: Distraction Magnet

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(This poem is probably something a lot of artists can relate to. You just can’t get away from distractions some days.)

I sit to do my work
Hoping to take steps
Knowing despair will come
As the click of my pen
Attracts the chatty masses

Phone rings off the hook
With none to hear the call
Conversations starting
Before you come in view
Requests to clean a dish
That I never used myself
Lectures of how life works
That I never asked to hear
Sitting down to watch a show
While I sit a couple feet away
Yelling for my aide
To complete a simple task

I rush to all
In hope of getting time
And a little cup of quiet
Which I finally find
Long after my mind is shot