When pages talk
I often keep my pen down
thinking to give myself a break
But then I hear the pages screaming at me
Pages securely placed
in my drawer yell at me
every morning
to break my sleep,
command my mind,
plead my heart
to think,to write
Pages do not see,
nor do they hear
They only understand the language
of my pen
How do I console them?
So I sit down to write
Again
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