sweaty palms clutching a pencil
tap
tap
tap
tap
a mind overflows with thoughts
try to put what you feel on paper
Would words express them exactly
not nearly
not quite
perhaps
Would you be content?
do others feel a fraction of pain
Do they understand
Do they sense the joy
does your happiness spill off pages
can they see in words
terror and anticipation
laughter and love
does the poem transform itself
into imagination
sweaty palms clutching a pencil
tap
tap
tap
tap
a mind overflows with feelings
with anger
with hatred
with lustful love
sadness
feelings
can't be put down on paper today
how is this possible?
because today
words for my discontent
just could not replace my love
my loss
my dashed hopes
sweaty palms clutching a pencil
tap
tap
tap
tap
the pencil drops
silence
my hands clench and unclench
in one deep breath
I give up