write

The pen
Moves
Onto the sheet
Thoughts are racing
And you are facing
Lines
And lines
of words
Words that flow
And you know
That nothing
Can
Stop
The gliding
Of the pen
And the overflowing
Words
That fall
out of
your head
And fall onto
The white
Sheet
You try not
to make the pen
Hot
But the sweat
From the
Palms
Of your hands
Make the pen
Slip
And you
STOP.