I cannot write poems anymore

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Verses sting like a N-E-E-D-L-E

Words just entangle like a riddle

Rhymes are all bottled up,

like pickled lime in salt.

Sour, so fucking sour

as they resurface…

 

I promise again,

I cannot write poems anymore,

words are scattered like ashes,

in my B-R-A-I-N

all grey, pale and dry

All disheveled and dissembled.

 

I assure you

I cannot write poems anymore

Or hey wait!

maybe I can

P-O-E-M-S!

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