aWAITA Poem by CajunPoetPoem about poetry
Blankly I stare at an empty page,
Frankly I’m scared of what I might say. My mind always finding its own way, Once it’s released from its lonely cage. Romantic tales somehow end in rage, A maze of such amazing word play. Poetic veils that describe today, Painting the world as if it’s my stage. © 2014 CajunPoet |
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Added on October 22, 2014 Last Updated on October 22, 2014 Tags: #writersblock, #wanderingmind, #ihatehashtags AuthorCajunPoetLAAboutI write... I am just me. One day I hope to write in a capacity that's more than a hobby. I am my own biggest critic. more..Writing
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