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As Pen Meets The Page
Category: Poems
I held the unmarked papers, With the intent of telling a story. Here I am, With this pen I'd put my thoughts to words.
Their eyes won't see what I have seen, The page has burned before me, No new chapters to be written, My life becomes an endless cycle.
I'll replace the directions I lost. Because I can't see the map I had, My tears have kissed the ink. Where do I go from here?
With every breath my lungs grow tired, My heart is pierced with a knife of regret, What have I become? Is this what life is meant to be?
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