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Coffee Break
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By: Ahmed Al-Lawati
Competition Year: 2012 Votes (0) | Comments (0) |
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Raise my pen to link words
The gentle breeze won't inspire my thoughts
But sunrays leaked through the giant clouds hit me
The warmth makes me look around to find I look silly
Everybody chatting, laughing, playing but I'm holding a pen
It seemed to be stuck to my skin
I want to write great lines, or just anything
But the pen and paper appears to repel
My tension ascends even though passing by women were exceptional
Strangely, I felt it was essential to write a sentence
About the elegance of Rome or the beauty of Paris
The cruelty of poverty or the stupidity of politics
But I could not find a sense of purpose
Like most human lives
Like all my self-strifes
My coffee got cold while I attempted to write once again
I know I can't stop it since it ran through my veins
A self-conflict on which Idea was not old
A flow of concepts that needed to be told
Personal emotions that begged to be unfold
A way to re-fill myself with hope
Perhaps remind myself that money defines our current place
& Love creates our breathing space
An insect bite disturb my dreamy face
I realise I'm late and had to pick up pace
Anticipated to be back
Sitting on the grassy hill, participating in my minds' race
