The pressure to do it right….
The pencil shivers in my moist palm….
The bare paper laughs at me….
I strive to do it right….
And the words finally emerge….
I scribble them down as if I have moments to live….
The paper pleads for me to stop….
But I can’t, I just can’t stop….
Here it is!
My scribbles have become prose.
By: Nahla
Nice work - I especially like the line: 'I scribble them down as if I have moments to live'. I wish I had thought of that (smiling) . Warmest regards, CJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You really capture the creative passion. I enjoyed this. Thanks, L&T