Message in a bottle
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A Friend Found in Books
Dreams
The Living Corpse
Murderer
Nature's Bliss
Always
Letter from a razor
Best Friend
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Spilled Ink
Broken Words
Perfect
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Empty Seconds
Mask
Red Masterpiece
Caring
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It's hard to write a poem
When there's nothing going on
It's hard to think of what to say
When you've given most of it away

As poets we never scratch the surface
We delve within, disclose our deepest sin
We crave our pain, declare it's for our art
Yet more often than not have no idea where to start

But start we do and start we must
A deep desire in all of us
To spill out on the written page
What little bit we have tried to save

Ink now is the poets blood
Fragments of self-pour from within
Silence is our safety net
To stop us from bleeding out

Although it's hard to write a poem
With nothing going on
We still find words to form a verse
From deep within our marrow bone
© Epic Novella,
книга «Broken Words».
A Friend Found in Books
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