Poem -



When I pick my pen and fetch my head
And my soul ceases to pour out its frustrations
And the weight of my absence holds me to ransom
And the search within lands on nothing
I am all alone in a world drained of words
Boiling emotions sit in me and fail to flow
When they do, the pipelines choke from the overflow
Strength gets weakened by an overwhelming experience
Strong winds make the wings of a bird useless
I gaze, amazed by the maze wired in my grey matter
Oh, a draining strength!
Strength, so weakening


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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Anthony...I feel like I lost my energy just reading this...I could not live without my words being written down...to feel my muse is gone..That will be a sad day....Great write. xo ;)