Fingers poised over keys
Staring at a screen as blank as my mind
Words that once flowed free
Now come through wheels that stick and grind
In the other room one of my kids starts to scream
As I stand my frustration comes out in a sigh
I turn away from my attempt to write and dream
Because I'm so tired i just want to cry.
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