Throat closed, mouth shut.
Words won't come no matter what.
Pen stilled, frozen time.
Blank and empty page of lines.
My words won't flow.
What prevents them? I don't know.
Sounds rush, colors fade.
Time is lost in endless age.
Come words, come rhyme.
Let me write this poem of mine.
Flow ink from the pen.
Don't leave my thoughts without an end.
Don't leave my heart unwritten.
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