My mind is a hazy puzzle,
Fragments everywhere.
Writing is difficult sometimes,
The mind blocked from words,
That spew from mind to mouth.
It's called writers block
And it's a pain in the head.
Think hard,think less
It's all the same.
My mind is a clouded mess,
Filled with nonsense and meaningful words.
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The Soul Within:A collection of poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book I created that's available on amazon! It has many different types of poetry inside.
