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A Poet Dread
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Depression and Sadness A pen,
Gone dead.
A paper,
Gone blank.
No thoughts,
No words,
No pain.
Nothing to write,
Nothing to gain.
No more glees,
No more pleas.
No more tears upon the page,
No more smiles upon the face.
This,
For sure,
Is a poets dread...
this is exactly how i've been feeling for way too long now...i think its my subconscious preventing me from thinking about certain things...