The Drought Read Count : 30

Category : Poems

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My poems sprout from pain 

My inspiration flowing like a river,

A flood has hit and it carries ink, 

With so much water how can my mind feel so dry, my inspiration so low on ink, 

The flood hit too fast, too many tables and chairs hit me when they floated by 

Too much pain to write poetry 

Too many thoughts to collect

So I stand here,

Facing the flood with the drought in my head

Praying that my head will 

Stop banging,


I will wake up and realize which one is reality


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