I’m wondering how the words ever came.
How I wrote anything down at all.
Was that even me?
Who always found a way.
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My mind won’t help me out.
There’s nothing in my head.
Not a single idea.
To start me off.
Not a line that I help grow.
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Perhaps I’ll never write again.
For some a blessed relief.
But for me a gaping hole.
That leaves me sinking fast.
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Without the words to guide me home.
I’m lost and all alone.