I get so bored
When I can’t write
Because then the ideas
Assault my mind
They pulsate
Inside my head
But I can’t articulate them
They cannot be said
So I sit in my bed
While my mind builds worlds
Watching the clock hands
Endlessly swirl
And so I hope
And desperately pray
That this dark mood lifts
So I can write them one day
Wordless Days

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