Words On the Verge
words
on
the verge.
mind on edge
the clock, not beating
no ink in the pen, this I dread
a creation in me I can feel it pushing through
the window will shatter, I will break free, a poem is waiting..I will create soon.
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
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