The Life Inside Poetry
It was dark
And gloomy
A drip drip dripping noise
In the eerie silence
A frail body
Curled in a corner
Shivering
Alone
A paper appeared
A pen in her hand
She stared
What to do?
Extended fingers
Hovering over the thin sheet
The nib pressed
A scribble appeared
In the form of words
Scritch scratch scritch scratch
The words poured
As she hunched over the paper
Her lower lip tucked beneath her teeth
Words appeared
And took the form of a poem
She held it up
Then light was born
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