Not My Poem

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When the ink in the pen dried up.......

Have you ever felt like

your fingertips become as rigid as sticks

Not a word flutter through your mind,

Your lips become so dry

not a word escape beyond your lips ?

Have you ever felt like

The mist around you

Engulf the soul.

Overpowering every beat for your heart

Vision as clouded and murky

That you cannot see the nearest face ?

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