Alone Inside
It's time for me to write again
But then my mind is off and gone
The words are quite a strain
When consciousness is all alone
It's as if my legs itch to walk
But my feet can't stand at all
My tongue is burning to talk
But my words will surely fall
The time has come for me to compose
If only I could find the words
The creative mind with all its woes
Now is just a rusted sword
I seek those things to cheer your life
Bunnies and butterflies and lovely flowers
All I see are visions of strife
Fires and swamps and gloomy showers
If only I could create a line
That would set my soul alight
To unravel this tale of mine
And wash away this lonely night
But alas I sit here all alone
And think of nothing but doom
My mind has wondered off, it's gone
And left me all alone inside my tomb
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