i have written and wrote
but my rythm has broke
i dont know what happen to the ryhmes i once spoke
i can think but cant speak
its like im being chocked
i used to write lines and lines
but its like im losing time
the gift i thought was mine
is dryin up like a vine
have i lost my touch
im losin inspiration
better yet im losing all my patience
i could make up lines filled with words
faster than a wing of a humming bird
poetry is my world
and writing them made my world twirl
but now i crash
and my soul turns to ash
as my world is being bashed
and the poetry once written is being trashed
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