No Flow

Blank paper

Dry pen

Words trapped in

Stuck in my head

Dying to break out

But to weak to escape

Coming back to craft

Uncrafty words laugh

Too new to make sense

Too forced to be right

Too wrong to write

Nothing left to like

No flow here

No words go there

Utter despair of this state

My words have no place

Forced to be confined

For days at a time

No lines breathe life

So why write?


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