When Everything Stops

Last lines dribble out
from deep recesses
wrung dry by the demands
of a feverishly active mind
seeking the exact words
precise syllables
perfect phrases
Surely after emptying
the inner dictionary
one should be happy
to rest and refill
But when all is quiet
the demons within
grow louder

For they awake
when everything stops

© 2016 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

Wednesday prompt on Writer’s Digest:

For today’s prompt, write a “when everything stops” poem. Maybe it’s that moment when you fell for a stranger across the room. Or maybe that moment when your car starts hydroplane and everything goes into slow motion. Or well, whatever other scenario you can imagine in which everything stops.

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