Like fireflies, they dance
around my head, teasing,
promising resolution.
I can't catch them,
too quick for my heavy hands.
Movement on my fingertips,
but the light dims just as fast.
Frustration closes my eyes.
Defeat sweeps my mind clean.
...
My eyes snap open,
The light blinding,
and finally,
pen can meet paper.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Like fireflies, they dance
around my head, teasing,
promising resolution.
I can't catch them,
too quick for my heavy hands.
Movement on my fingertips,
but the light dims just as fast.
Frustration closes my eyes.
Defeat sweeps my mind clean.
...
My eyes snap open,
The light blinding,
and finally,
pen can meet paper.
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