The most dreadful feeling
For someone who breathes words
Is to sit in front of the paper
And not write anything
It feels like I'm sick
Like I'm dying
I'm not myself
When I don't write
Why is this happening?
Why the one thing that keeps me alive
Disappears so quickly?
I'm in agony
And my soul is in despair
I just want to breathe again
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Midnight Thoughts (vol.2) | Poetry
PoetryAnother poetry book to share my midnight thoughts.
