Vindicated
By annabelle
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
- 464 reads
Frantic scribbles,
A desperate pen.
Aching hands with
Fingers ten.
Constant thinking,
Feverish thought.
Now my mind's
In limbo caught.
Wanting, trusting
Natural space.
Spinning words like
Fragile lace.
Rhyming, timing,
Techniques all.
My poetry comes
Before a fall.
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