I have not a word to write
The paper's never seemed so white
My pen is weeping opaque tears
I'm overwhelmed with creeping fears
It appears my words have abandoned me
In a tacit, calm, cacophony
Left me here with my abstruse dreams
And a conscience bursting at the seams
What if my poems will never rhyme?
What if this is the very last time
That I write a piece which makes any sense?
My head is sore, my heart is tense
Drowning gently in abstract thoughts
My thrashing, desp'rate, struggle does naught
Depraved and searching for something to find
Please, I'm begging, don't leave me behind
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