Typist

Fingers type

Flitting across the keyboard

Jumping from letter to letter

Typing out words that make sense to you

 

But they are not mine

They can't be

So pale and frail

They don't look like mine

 

They don't feel it either

Each movement seems preplanned

And practised

Like someone else is pulling them each way

 

When did I lose such control

To the extent that typing

Doesn't even feel normal.

Reviews

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I really like this poem, great job ! :)