A Poetic Nightmare

they just keep running
on and on
inside my weary mind
with no direction
no definition
no explanation
next contemplation

they keep on changing
back and forth
no way to get them out
without relation
no correlation
no formation
it’s condemnation

will the words come with the chime of the clock
or, will I be stuck with this writers block

tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..

Todays best new poem was written by Casey R..

 

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