My mind is empty my thoughts have gone, i suffer in silence when I am all alone.
I can not think of a single word to write, without my thoughts it will be one hell of a night.
I now close my eyes and count to ten, and pray my thoughts will return again.
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Author:
The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2023 18:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Fear of having no memory
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I appreciate the irony of one who can think of nothing to write composing this short but stirring little soliloquy. I love your pen name... I read and studied Greek pastoral poetry back in the day, so any hint of a flute, syrinx, tin whistle, ocarina, pan pipe, or fife brings back those days of discovery.
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