sitting in front of a monitor
looking for the right words
i sit and type and erase what i type
and never know what i really mean.
i want it so much that i hold on too tight
and slipping out of my fingers i see
words have never failed as much as today
while complete sentences i struggle to write.
if i wouldn't know what my life has been
how would anyone else help
but structure i hunt at the 11th hour
and illogical broken dreams is all i find.
the sand clock mocks me with its grains
also with the curves i never gained
trembling fingers and nervous hearts
5essays and an important deadline.
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