Free Write
A cold stillness lies in the air
The smooth wood gives comfort to resting arms
A chair that’s seen its fair share of days creaks and moans
The gentle click of the keyboard disturbs the silence
Glaring lights fill the would be dark room
Tired eyes manage to crack open in order to continue writing
Exhausted legs enjoy their break from standing
Limp arms relax at the thought of minimal movement
A weary neck rests again the chair back with great pleasure
Words flying through the mind
Trying to make coherent sentences
Only occasionally succeeding
But more often than not creating nonsense
Followed by frantic deleting
At this point it is surprising that words still are formed
This is the life of a working teenager
Hooray for Poetry
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