In my book

of writing

I fill each line

and shape each page;

yet I wonder and ponder

and think ahead

about what will come

and what shall fill

the lines that

flow from this sweaty head.

 

And I wonder

and think about,

i look towards,

that day of extinction

when the lines will stop

and the pages

in my writing book

will be alone

and filled only

with expectations,

waiting for my pen

to begin its motions again.

 

16/9/2016