Shaking, trembling.
My hands would hardly move...
Looking, searching,
Longing to hold my pen,
My hands just wouldn't reach it...
I looked down into myself, eyes barely opened
I couldn't see any reason...
So I tried to concentrate
Eyes dripping wet, wildly opened
I looked again, real deeper this time
As if maybe a lie would show
But the view was already too clear
No cause could be found...
I stood up hoping to attain that pen of mine
The one that's able to talk and tell
When unspoken words just wouldn't reveal themselves
And what a surprise!
My pen had already spoken
When my body, tired of standing,
Had already rested and fallen into profound sleep...

Rating:   6.4

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