A Doubtful Mind

I wonder how to pen this poem

With my thoughts unclear, 

And feelings vague

In the background of reticence. 

I wonder, with the pen in my hand. 

I so thought to account the day, 

When the rain fell invisibly, 

And the sun hid behind the bare. 

I doubt I saw them both. 

I so thought of the day. 

I keep sitting at my desk

Feeling an empty mind with thoughts

The thoughts that are unclear

And so the feelings vague. 

I keep sitting, with an empty mind. 

The rain still falls, now inaudibly

From the haven of the thief of the noon

The night even couldn't press my emptiness

I still keep sitting at my desk, 

The pen in my hands.