Saturday, March 11, 2023

The Villain’s Hell in a Writers Life

When I think of what to say

I hope the words come to me,

and stay with me for the day.


For my heart will start to sway,

when I think of being free,

with the words I cannot say.


My tears are here to betray,

As a simple sign, the key,

that I am to break today.


I need words to find a way,

to be here and help me see,

For I don’t know what to say.


Stuck to the words that I may

in English. To a degree,

I am confined every day.


They make everything okay,

The relief they provide me,

When I think of what to say,

And stay with me for the day.

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