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My poetry ended five months ago
An endless desert of brick
Preventing creativity
Thoughts in chaos without an outlet
Emotion inside a lock-box without a key

Yesterday I found my key
Discovered the hidden outlet
And destroyed the barrier
Now a ceaseless pen scribbles
Wantonly ignoring the clock
Eyes heavy, burdened by black
Tireless effort to retain these emotions
Despite them caused by frustration
Any will do,
shall do,
is doing
Torching my ignition into sensible gibberish
Translating hieroglyphics into symbols
Adapting symbols into themes
Modifying themes into poetry
Solidifying poetry into stasis
Magnanimous to my Sahara


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