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A Poetic Enigma
@Uootem
another blank page,
waiting for poet's command
to guide this pen perched in my hand.
such a haunting material
of anemic ashened emptiness
fill it quickly, my muse,
for without your inspiration
i cannot write
i cannot rest
yet with it comes such longing
i do not want to complete this task-
this passionless pen so cold
cannot compare
to the warmth of your hands.
the hemorrhaging ink so black pales
in comparison to
the colorful emotions you bring.
unending love,
unfulfilled aspiration
compel me to write,
yet evanescing time does object,
lambasting me for so many years wasted
apart from whom I yearn to describe
with emotion-filled words
i stare at this once blank page
now filled with soul-barring truth.
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