Lost
Pen
Lost~~where
Disappeared
New package waits
As does a blank page
A brain loaded with thoughts
Like the pair of andirons' loads
They oft have to wear, that which weighs
Heavy, hot, burning as those thoughts of
Despair the poet pens, when remembering
The agony of painful emotions
Which creep into the thoughts from no where
Terrible abuse, but is it?
Is it real, false thinking?
Writing seems to help clear
The cogs of the brain
Where are those pens?
Crinkle, click
Flow starts
Write
The line that says, like the pair of andirons' loads, is only 7 syllables because and irons is only two syllables despite the syllable counter saying it has three syllables.
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