I write and I write, pouring out my soul, But the words on the paper never make me whole.

A struggle to capture the thoughts in my mind, The perfect expression, so temporary to find.

I'm lost in a sea of words, drowning in my own verse, Trying to convey the feelings that seem to fade.

The more I write, the further I stray, From the truth within, it slips away.

The gaping hole inside, a silent cry, I search for words, but they won't set me free.

How do I explain this tangled mess?
In a maze of language, I'm stuck, Chasing temporary words, feeling like I'm out of luck.

How do I bridge the gap between mind and pen?

The struggle continues, again and again.

I'm lost in a maze of phrases, a linguistic haze, Desperate to convey the depth of my maze.

No matter how hard I try to define,

The essence within, it's an uphill climb.

The more I write, the more I thirst, For that magical phrase, the key to see.

How to unravel the thoughts tightly wound, Express thechaos, make it profound.

In the dance of words, a constant quest, To find the language that suits me best.

Though I write and I write, I won't agree, Hoping one day, the perfect words I'll read.
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