Off-day at work.

Constantly typing

I pause to ponder

What do I write?

I wait and wonder

 

Sans any clouds

A sultry evening

Is it a day off?

I am left dreaming

 

I get my paper

Itching to write

An empty heart

Is all I have to fight?

 

Encouraging myself

I put down the ink

Raging with thoughts

I start to think

 

A new set of words

Bound by force

Paragraphs arise

I am at course

 

Rhythmically enchanting

A poem has sprung

Though not of meaning

A treat to the tongue

 

 

 

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