I've spoken so many words
at times my mind goes blank
sitting awkwardly trying to think
it seems I have run out of words
and my well of letters dried up,
maybe my mouth should ramble on
until words begin to process again
because at this point I don't know.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
