Empty Handed

Words bottled up inside my head
begging to be freed.
My pen is empty
but my mind keeps searching.
Words haunt me
begging to be released,
but my pen is empty
and I can’t write.
I retrieve a fresh pen
and paper too,
but the words have escaped
like the breath of despair I exhale!
They are gone
and my paper is blank.
My head is empty
and I can’t write.

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