The Words

The words don’t flow like they used to
 and these poems go unfinished,
Normally what triggers my senses 
To rashly type verse after verse….
Well its emotion; feelings, sentiments.
But now i've taken so much
That its killed something in me,
Still go numb once in a while
Yet no one believes me.
The words don’t flow like they used to; 
Someone fix me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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