The white screen stares
As if it cares
That there are no more words to come.
My heart is numb.
Fingers slow, caress the keys,
As if to tease,
So gently tugging at the words
As yet unheard.
Hidden within this timorous brain,
A silent pain.

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Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more...

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