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Poem: Another Page

The room is quiet,

But my mind won’t sit still.

Books open,

Pages waiting,

But I scroll through hours

Like they’re cheap and endless.

Outside, laughter fades into night.

Inside, I rehearse excuses,

Write nothing…

But feel everything.

I should’ve started,

But now, I just want the clock to pause.

Still, I rise with tired bones,

Chasing light through the fog of guilt.

Maybe the work isn’t done,

But I am.

Till tomorrow…

When I try again.