Once again I'm void of thought.
Mentally trapped in endless nothing.
The one part of life that time forgot
No joy nor anger, not even suffering.
Remnants of lines I've said before
Though this time I feel it's here to stay.
Even these words cannot restore,
The dreams I had on better days.
Fiction and reality have lost their voice
My next attempt to break the stasis
Writing these words to stir some noise
And perhaps create a better basis
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2017 17:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I am really lost right now and am hoping this poem that's not my best can help lead to something better.
- Category: Reflection
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Ahhh, writers block? But there, you've just done another poem!
True, though I knew it wasn't going to be one of my best.
Erm, strange that. We get writers block, and write about it, and then it becomes another poem - of sorts, anyway! lol. You upside down on purpose there?!
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