Nothing But Blanks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A passionate writer feel they've lost their touch.

Submitted: July 04, 2008

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My pen no longer write with the rhythm of flow

Though my thought system never seems to run slow.

What use to be one success after another

Turned to a start and nothing further.

Now I struggle with great pain

Hoping in the end my passion will be regain.

Every second passed my frustration rise

Becasue I've lost the blessed touch of the wise.

When did I allow the gift placed upon me pass by

For I will never know and continue to silently cry!


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