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I am at a loss to write
There are times I sit with pen in hand,
staring into the blank heart of the unmarked page,
as if it were a pond and I—a boy with no fish to show.
Words won’t come, as stubborn as a mule,
having wandered off to some far corner of the farm.
I am left with the rustle of the wind,
the idle chatter of the keyboard ticking time away.
Yes, in an old-world style I toy with rhymes,
abab or some...
Friday 3rd May 2024 7:30 pm
They all come out the Same!
I see you here, I see you there
You sit upon my shoulder.
Biting thoughts, psychosis.
My voice it grows much colder.
Do I need to hear, I've failed this time,
You whisper in my ear
Clouded thoughts, depression
"You'll never be a seer"
"Your words they have no place
There nothing on their own"
Darkened verse, bipolar
Deep seeds of doubt are sown
Words are getting easier,
thi...
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