The Sound of Pages In the Night
Eyelids heavy, pain pressed in a vice
Trying to sleep in dark corners of the night
Suddenly, the words arrive so precise
The hand grabs the pen to take flight
Writing words on blank pages with might
Heidi Sands
7/25/17
*Placed 7th in Contest: English Quatrain/write as if doing theme at moment
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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