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My broken pen can’t write Its blind eye doesn’t see 20/20 It sees none when there is plenty There’s my lonely soul, empty pages beware Might tell the truth, might be a dare I’m out on a limb, the tree falls behind A pending disaster, a blow to my mind Heart full of sorrow, the pain knows no end My broken pen, spilling ink, into the wind 3/13/26
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
My Broken Pen
My broken pen can’t write Its blind eye doesn’t see 20/20 It sees none when there is plenty There’s my lonely soul, empty pages beware Might tell the truth, might be a dare I’m out on a limb, the tree falls behind A pending disaster, a blow to my mind Heart full of sorrow, the pain knows no end My broken pen, spilling ink, into the wind 3/13/26
A little poet's lament.
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68/M/United States
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 8:59 PM UTC
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