When thoughts do not flow
When they are fastened
To the boundaries
Of imagination
And your innermost
Feelings are pounding
The doors of your mind.
And the wretched sense
Of disappointment
Makes you lose focus
On everything around
All you want is to
Spill thoughts on paper
And leave them behind.
When the beginning
Meets no logical
End, you leave that thought
Like a loose flying kite
And scribbled thoughts stay
Whining, protesting
On paper - unsigned.
And the rhymes do not
Fall in place like they
Have turned their faces
From your dreary lifestyle
Of surviving with
No deep reflections
And no peace of mind.
When your vision is
Reduced to mere sight
How can poetry
Flow like a smooth river
Interrupted by
Your rocky insides
That keep it confined?
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