At war with Ink

An internal battle is waged with the pen

For the sword has fallen time and again

A comparison to a reflection

Stands on shaken ground

Threatening to shatter at a single breath

So here I sit on the edge of thought

Pen in hand, unable to write a word

Thoughts like prisms

Lie scattered on the sand

Buried beneath a simmering rage

I walk with a mind full of thoughts

But my futile attempts are at a standstil

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