

Dying to WriteThe poet's chair rocks back and forth, His mind too sedated for thinking, The inwell's dried up, The pen is broke, And the paper is floating on a gentle breeze, He knows that he is bound, And he tries to have importance, But, his supplies are disappeared from his ignorance, Scraping letters in his chair, His nails break and bleed, So that his life felt worth living, Two words are formed, Before he goes dry, And he dies, blue, But happy.Dying to Write
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