Hair twirling between fingers in restless spirals
chest rising and falling rapidly
red eyes staring wide at the screen
mind drawing a blank
no thoughts flashing
body sitting numbly on the couch
the pitch-black room
illuminated by the full moon
shining from the window
silence echoing in every corner
fear and anxiety at their peak
failure chuckling loudly
Why can't I do this?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
