A Poem (12)

Blank sheet,
fading lines.
Nothing in mind,
scribbling words
crumbling paper.
New sheet.
Lights becoming dark.
Chaos.
Chaos in my head.
Whirling storm.
No impact;
Sudden stop.
Tear on the paper.
Shaking hands.

All the words,
floating out.

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