James Grengs

Rookie (10.31.86 / Attleboro, MA)

The Poet Breathes

Poem by James Grengs

I write, scribbling madly
To place my feelings before the world.
My pencil moves constantly-
I fight back the numbing pain in my hand.
My writing bursts forth,
Pouring onto the page.
Inspiration is spent.
I sit back, content at last,
And breathe.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 15, 2004