5 october 2012
As I try to write!
As I try to write this poem from the start.
All my words just fall apart!
My paper crumbles just like bread.
I feel a sharp pain in my head!
My pens out of ink.
Why can't I think?
I'm tired of writing.
Why must I keep fighting?
I lose my words in the wind
I think this poem is done, the end!
©2010 Christina Posey
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