Poetry

I want to

give more but, my tank is empty.

The words don’t flow freely anymore

and the time it takes to just think of something feels like a day wasted.

The solution to this problem isn’t clear and the root of the problem no matter how many times cut down it is still grows back so fast.

That my head is spinning and I Just wish things would just calm down so that I can get on and words may come back.

My mouth starts to open but nothing comes out and my hands are so still I think they have fallen asleep.

I try to search for that feeling that seem to be so true but yet isn’t coming my way right now no matter how high I try to remember the code to solve this for me.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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