We had to do a ten minute non-stop free write in my poetry class today, then pick out ten lines that would constitute a poem. This is mine.
I don't wanna shine
some kind of light from inside.
Give me a pen, paper & some silence
I'll be happy
But then - then I'll beg another.
Another thought to pen
& another pen for drought
Never telling the truth, never
asking for more, only hiding until
the worst thing will have happened.
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