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The Silence in My Mind is Deafening

Write until something
comes out
starts making sense
just put the 
words
on the
page

I'm enraged
because I can't
they won't come
so reluctant
like I used them
for my gain
pinned them down
made them tame

Seeking fame,
but I'm not - 
the mere thought
makes me shake
shiver
people proud and reading?
I'd maybe rather die bleeding
blood
not ink

Never once did I think
the words wouldn't come

Numb.

Shock.

Writer's block.

____

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