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Nearing the edge of the page
My ink quill threatens to flee
My mind cringes at the sight
My hair stands upside down.
Do I dare to write the final word?
Is it really something worth sharing?
Perhaps a mug of coffee will tell,
Or perhaps it may not.
A drip of caffeine falls from my lip
Splattering on the page in slow motion
My heart beats faster and faster
Not my masterpiece! Not now!
I shouldn't have taken any chances
I should have written that last word
Now time will never know what it was
Now there is a dried up stain on the
page.
Nearing the edge of sanity now
The ink blotches the page now
It's skewed into a magnificent oblivion
Now, I need time to think.
Why didn't I write that final word?
Is it really up to destiny to
determine?
Perhaps there is enlightenment to all
of this,
Or perhaps there was not.
Writer's Note: Please don't forget to check out my new flash fiction website, Edge of the Page. It is sure to surprise you with some magnificent fantasy pieces.
I wonder how anyone would know if they were writing that final word. I think one day each of us will write it, of course; but I would rather not know it when I do....
ReplyDeleteI'd try to look deeper into what is meant by the "last word" because there are many different last words. It is all about perspective I would imagine. I know I will be writing something till my dying breath.
DeleteMaybe the speaker just needs to write a different final word... right over the coffee.
ReplyDeletePerhaps so or perhaps not... either way there will be a final word.
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