WORDS WON'T COME

WORDS WON'T COME

This feeling inside is not really me...
words won't come as I want them to be
I'm empty inside and simply can't think...
My heart is in turmoil my pen has no ink
Hurting inside and feeling so scared...
So much to say but I may not be heard
Life is a pastime twiddling my thumbs ...
Delving inside but still nothing comes
Relaxing to music but still I could scream...
When I am asleep I can't even dream
Continuous reading inspiration I seek...
But still I find nothing the future is bleak
Shall I admit to myself that its true...
My days of sweet poetry are finally through

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