Varius Manx
Lack of Words
When there are no words that rhyme the text
When no thought comes to mind
I am sitting here, waiting with hope that
This poem will come together
My pen draws mindless patterns
What cannot create more
I feel like fatigue is taking hold of me
And time is running out
But maybe somewhere
I hide the simplest idea myself
And one day I will be alone
The trace on the page will surprise me
And it will make me
I will stop being afraid of words
It will tell me
How easy it is to describe the world
br/>Another hour fades into the background
And the restless night greets me again
Once again he mocks and mocks,
I'm just wasting time
The crowd of passers-by has long since dispersed< br/>Outside the window, the city is going to sleep
I'm afraid, I won't write anything again
I'm tired
added by Marcin Lesiak

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