Silent Poetry
In a room all alone
I sit on the floor
I make up a rhyme
and a shadow makes it through the door
I held the pen
it slipped from my hand
the ink running down my skin
nowhere to land
I held the pen again
on the paper I write
but it’s still plain
and the morning has taken over the night
I scream and yell
I yell again
the poet inside me is so still
and the words have perished from my brain.
Joman Abumahfouz
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