Writer's Woes

Like an artist I also afraid
To run out of
I panic sometimes
What if I can't think

For a poet to run
Out of the things to say
Is simply
Utter perplexion
What if the words
don't come into my mind
What if my mind
Completely goes numb

To have pen and paper
But the sheet remains white
I can't imagine my thoughts
Without words
That could only be
If I were buried beneath the ground
What if it happens
What if comes the day
I'm totally silent
With nothing left to say

To be or not to be a writer
Unable to make a poem
Is a life I can't think of
It' d be like losing my memory

Precious words haunt me
Keep me up at night
I'll do my best to serve self
I'll put views to paper just WRITE!

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