Perplexed poet within tons of thoughts
Lost in the construction of a sounding poem
A spirit so fragile is broken
In the hands of feelings' pandemonium
Blank pages lie so naked
From thoughts
Through his pen this poem is not coming
Inside, it's caged with no freedom
Something special is missing
Maybe a trick so special is missing
A feeling so bored
These poems aborted
Before they make a loud cry
What led to this state?
Something fragile is broken
Could it be a heart?
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