Each time I hold a pen
My thoughts run dry
wildly dry ,the letters fly
Unsatisfied

Each time I hold my feelings
The world crushes my fist
losing grip to mind's sift
Unperceived

Each time I try to write
Emotions run to hide
cringed by insecurity's height
Left to decide
To say how I feel frights
The words never right
Alas! a writer's plight

The pen wants to dance
Heart, please, give the beat a chance
let's rhythm to poetic trance


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