I want to pray but my knees have become too weak
I want to talk but I lost my voice so I can't speak
I need an urgent solution but my mind lost its ability to think
I want to cry but my tears dried, I can only blink
I want to paint my feelings on the wall but I've run out of ink
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
I want to pray but my knees have become too weak
I want to talk but I lost my voice so I can't speak
I need an urgent solution but my mind lost its ability to think
I want to cry but my tears dried, I can only blink
I want to paint my feelings on the wall but I've run out of ink
The poem is about a person who has run out of options because of life struggles.
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