This mind is restless- <br />raising this body <br />in the night, <br />to crinkled words <br />that are thrown down, <br />on the ground <br />like food <br />for animals to eat- <br />while eyebrows fly away <br />like exclamation points <br />crackling beyond <br />this page and <br />into this inkwell <br />a world is completely rinsed <br />of everyone <br />fast asleep- <br />until the first nip of pink <br />appears in the sky- <br />dawning recognition <br />of their existence <br />as I survive <br />on vaporous hope of <br />a few more parallel lines<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writers-block-5/
