Request for a poem about an exhaused writer. It’s about sleepy writers.
Day after day time goes by faster than the day before.
Words use to attach themselves to our keyboard.
Never for a loss of words.
Now! Words seem to fade the creative mind.
Why! Must the mind feel stuck?
Is it fear that’s afraid to speak?
Pages fill with exhaustion until we find the right a way.
The right way to turn onto the right path again.
Then shall we open our writing pen once more.
The pen is open for further discussion,
around every corner and every door.
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