Poetry: Pressure




Blank pages wait for me

to fill them with

fragments of uncountable words


Blank pages wait for my pen

to run around them


I feel that

they are glaring at me,

and I hear their voices resounding


<Fill me with your ink.

Fill me with your tears.>


I'm exposed to their pressure,

and I dive into a slump


My pen stops,

and

words become haze


I'm sorry, blank pages

I need time,

not pressure






Yuu Ikeda is a Japan based poet. She loves writing, reading mystery novels, and drinking sugary coffee.

She writes poetry on her website https://poetryandcoffeedays.wordpress.com

Her published poems are “On the Bed” in Nymphs, “Seeds” in Tealight Press, “Dawn” in Poetry and Covid,

and more.