A poem for a writer that never writes

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-Where is my pencil?

Where is my mind?

my brain, a tired universe

is not in hope to find.

-This spark of burning fire

that started in my heart

is leaking lava of ice cream

I sail a crazy barge.

-I sail around in misery

sometimes I try to smile

but honestly, it doesn’t matter

cause no one is around.

-I have my journal and my dreams

I have my basic plan

but I feel guilty every noon

that’s not the best I can.

-It’s just one page

of thoughts and craft

each heavy day that will create

my first and shitty draft.

-I need to focus on myself

escape this dizzy barge

thus, I won’t feel guilty anymore

and there’s a lot to charge.

Invent the game.

Become the chain

between your future and your brain.

At least one hour for one day.

We need your work

and not your prayer.

Written by

I love writers, writers are good people. They speak in your mind with your voice. I will be writing every week until I become a voice in your beautiful head.

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