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The words come
They push me
To tell a story I don’t know
The words form
Incoherent nonsense
From the depths of my astray soul
The words knit
Stringing together
Another sentence that tells me nothing
The words clot
Building inward pressure
Bursting into new formations
The words dance
Clumsily embracing one another
My fingers obey without protest
The words mock
Commanding and noble
I type and type forever
The words pour
Emotions scream in panic
My heart begs for no more torture
The words go
At long last
My weary mind is finally at some peace.
They push me
To tell a story I don’t know
The words form
Incoherent nonsense
From the depths of my astray soul
The words knit
Stringing together
Another sentence that tells me nothing
The words clot
Building inward pressure
Bursting into new formations
The words dance
Clumsily embracing one another
My fingers obey without protest
The words mock
Commanding and noble
I type and type forever
The words pour
Emotions scream in panic
My heart begs for no more torture
The words go
At long last
My weary mind is finally at some peace.
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I keep telling myself to go back to writing novels and stop abandoning all my poor readers on FictionPress but more and more stupid poems are all I churn out >.<
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