Friday, November 18, 2016

When nothing comes

I don't know
i want to rhyme
but nothing comes
i wish to empty
this pain inside
onto canvas
and let it dry

so i type and delete
move and retreat
feeling weak
trying to speak

but nothing comes
im lost for words
the ink is dry
unlike my eyes

the tears fall
and form my words
full of meaning
but devoid of form

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