Writer's Anticipation

The wind carries

My silent sorrows.

Aching hearts surround

My vision within.

I want to be as well as any other.

 

Shaking hands.

Twitching all over.

Mindless thought,

And I know

The ANSWERS.

Eyelids fastened shut.

I don’t want

To know what

Lies beneath the

Light.

 

Sitting.

All smileS I

Have know are

Forgotten,

Left to a

World that the

Light will never see.

 

Pencils twirling.

Pens dancing.

Paper waiting

To receive words

I don’t have anymore.