I can't write anymore.
Those telltale emotions churn inside me,
but I can't write anymore.
I pick up the pen and tear my wounds agape,
But I can't write anymore.
I open my notes with my mind made,
But I can't write anymore.
I imagine the words and let the pain flow,
But I can't write anymore.
I subdue the anguish, directing it to my hand,
But I can't write anymore.
I shut my eyes and try to focus,
But I can't write anymore.
I picture the ideas and smile ruefully,
But I can't write anymore.
I clench my jaws, fighting not to give up,
But I can't write anymore.
I heave out a sigh and let the tears flow,
Because I don't think I can write anymore.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poésie"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
