Coco Albin - Pencil and Paper

The pressure to do it right….
The pencil shivers in my moist palm….
The bare paper laughs at me….
I strive to do it right….
And the words finally emerge….
I scribble them down as if I have moments to live….
The paper pleads for me to stop….
But I can’t, I just can’t stop….
Here it is!
My scribbles have become prose.

By: Nahla

Coco Albin

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