agony of writers
My hands are itching,
The pen is inking,
The papers are calling,
The words are running,
The thoughts are indispensable.
Yet my hands are tied
My palms are bleeding
And my eyes...
The pen is inking,
The papers are calling,
The words are running,
The thoughts are indispensable.
Yet my hands are tied
My palms are bleeding
And my eyes...