I'm in the metaphorical poet toliet with no production function.
Uptight: I Can't Write
I just can't write.
I just can't.
That's all I can type
I just can't write.
I've gone this far
Peck out black letters on white
Tried to feel all something
But I just can't write.
I'ts like trying to be a thinker
Without a thought
Like trying to do a hanging
Without a knot
Now here I am at the end
The finish lines are in sight
There's nothing else
So good night...
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Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-07-08 at 06:07
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