Blank paper shit sitting on the desk
Blank mind has got nothing going on
Pencils in my hand, tapping on the table
Putting my thoughts through the test
Will there be words coming out this time
Will I manage to write a couple of words
One word all and enough to say something
Or no words at all to mean so much
Can it be my self is not ready to speak
Can’t I voice at all what is left of me
Tree dots onto my page evenly spaced
Tell me what It is I wished to say
A scribble further down to the right
All I see is a pile of tangled emotions
If I down my pencil and chose to take the pen
Is it possible I might finally read from within
Missahdynn
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