My head is a paper weight again
Anchoring my pen
I can't write anymore
My poems now folklore
Though no one remembers them
There was a time when words cluttered my mind
Now, they're hard to find
I never know what to say
Besides, words hold no sway when others mold them like clay
and then toss them away
It seems like a waste of time
I keep it all now
I eat it and breathe it
I've been forced to believe it
So I just shut myself down
Although I still walk around
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC
My head is a paper weight again
Anchoring my pen
I can't write anymore
My poems now folklore
Though no one remembers them
There was a time when words cluttered my mind
Now, they're hard to find
I never know what to say
Besides, words hold no sway when others mold them like clay
and then toss them away
It seems like a waste of time
I keep it all now
I eat it and breathe it
I've been forced to believe it
So I just shut myself down
Although I still walk around
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