I write my emotions
Spilling out onto the page
Like a mighty river
An uncontrollable force
That can not be held back
But flow
Words spill upon the page
One after another after another
Faster and more frantic I write
Words
Emotions
Life
All pouring out of me
With no stop in sight
Finally however
After what seems an eternity
And a single moment at the same time
I stop
My well runs dry
It seems I have nothing more to say
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A common malady amongst poets. Nicely said.
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A "Stream of Consciousness" writing. We've all been there. It just "flows" for however long and then Pffft it's gone.
You did well to control it. - Phil A.
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It happens. You write what you can until you can write what you want again. A common malady. Good explanation.
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Sometimes you may need inspiration, but a true poets well never dry.
If you have time to read, please read my poem "I feel words"
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Until that is, the next time your light is lit! Beautiful. 🌹
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It's a strange moment ..where all the anger and anguish just fades away with the rhyming exhilarating our breaths ...nicely done ..can relate a lot
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