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About This Poem
The Poem That Never Was
This is the poem
I cannot write
without the words
which can't be found
and will not flow
to fill the page
that waits to hold
all of their worth
within its white
and empty lines
This is the poem
which will not grow
without the words
I cannot gather
as they diverge
within my mind
and flee my lost
and lonely pen
which now is useless
in my hand
This is the poem
which has become
my elegy to
the words that aren't
the ones that die
before they meet
the page which waits
for what can't be
as I now mourn
what never was
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