Amidst

Admidst

Amidst
Splinters of thoughts
Splotches of feelings
Fragments of plans
Chains of desires
Alone in a field
extending endlessly
I sit on my mound
of anthill concerns
as crows fly overhead
towards blue shores
in the pale sky
and the world
clamours for my attention
beyond my recognition
I do not know
if I have time
to escape before
my sentence is complete