Where once there were plenty

there are none

I always had my words

but now they are gone

-

Where once the ideas

seemed to flow

Now my thoughts have

nowhere to go

-

All there is before me;

the empty white

And all I can conceive

just isn’t right

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Where once there was comfort

there is pain,

From all of this effort

there’s no gain

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It seems I should give up,

let it end

But instead I shall try

and hope the words mend