Blank slate,
Shadows of racing thoughts
Doesn't always clear the plate.
Feels like eternity of words,
Loss of poetry
Never felt so absurd.
Anticipation building upon madness,
Troubles behind
Procrastination lays into sadness.
Little to say,
What seems forever to wait...
Explosion of this will come on that day.
The joy that is abandoned,
Here for pick up
His arrival says my head's demanded.
Tears trace down her older version of me,
Shades of Gray
Have come to take me away.
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