My submission to the Pubs Poets The Biggest Ever Competition Week 8
It's that time when...
The mind feels like straw.
Slightly crunchy, dry and prone to creasing
It's that time when...
The screen is full of words that do and don't roar
Eyes strained, breath most unpleasing.
It's that time when...
You hear the sound of the withdraw
Failing fingers tap, tap, snapping.
It's that time when...
We need to stop showing off how clever we are.
So clever, are we...?
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Homegrown POEMS
PoetryThey forced their way to the surface and my fingers did as they were told.
