Writers Block
In dreams of time,
Designed to lie,
Laughing inside,
Mocking my cries.
Trapped in my demons,
Of wishful thinking,
Conversations with eyes,
That are constantly winking.
No words to express,
What I cant write down,
There pen eating the ink,
But paper always around.
Stained in tears,
From emotions king,
Hollow embers in,
The fires they bring.
Constantly moving,
There breath the wind,
Starting then ending,
Before it could begin
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