Hesitant press
Of pen to paper,
Unsure of how to
Pursue the lines
Of poetry that
Spin and twirl
Just inside
The page,
Lurking and
Smirking
Around the corners,
Dancing away
From the
Scratch of the
Pen as it
Drags
Along,
Letter by letter,
Atempting to
Trap and ensnare
The thoughts that
Pass by.
Look back up,
Oh.
A poem.