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A poem about the writer's block I went though after my grandfather died. |
Pencil and paper Paper and pen Give me words Not haunted sins Deep in my soul I know there Blocked by a mouth That doesn’t care Poetry flows Through my veins But all the words Are aches and pains Goodbye to rhymes Goodbye to song Goodbye to life It won’t be long Before I take This feathery pen And cut out The words within And seal my blood To this song To give me words Before too long |