Fishing in my bag
Troubled mind
I found my pad
I found a pen
Always stuck at the too
Never knowing how to begin
Pain in my heart
Tears in my eyes
Wet paper every time
Upsetting
Sitting still
Until I put the pad and pen away
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments2
Pad and pen reminders of something to write, something felt, what is inside not just the bag but in the bag of skin where we keep all. Nicely written
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