The words won't come
Fingers on the keys
Waiting
Ready
Desperate to write
To express
To give voice to thought
To utter that which we know to be true
But the words won't come
The frustration takes hold
Agitation
Fingers on the keys
Eyes staring out the door
With every keystroke greater the distance
Further away
I bring this forth with sheer strength of will
Remember to breathe
Silence
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