Tonight I Can Write

Before you start torching me, I would like to explain that yes, I did get the title from Pablo Neruda’s work, but I won’t be posting it here. Apart from the title, the poem is all me. Ü

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My pen fits right in my hand

And the paper is beautifully white

The world has stopped turning

For just a little while.

Words flow through me

Coursing along a stream of will

They find their way to my fingertips

And reveal their nature in parchment.

Visions of the past I see

While the present glides by

My future unfolds before me

Yet uncertainty blocks the light.

The warmth wraps around me

As the cold tries to reach me

I feel safe for an eternity

Then I was brought back to reality.

Now the moment has passed

And the world moves on

But I left behind a piece of me

On a piece of parchment that lay unseen.

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A/N: Arigatou! Now, this isn't as grim as the one i posted a little while ago, but my emotions are on a whirl, and i tend to write about what i feel and what i like, however mundane it is. So thank you, and i hope to see reviews, both the good and the bad. ü And by the way, "Tonight I Can Write" by Pablo Neruda is amazing, i suggest you get a copy and read it. ü