Writing is hardA Poem by Death's PoetSome thoughts, put into poems. Any feedback welcomeGrab the quill Dunk it in ink Write what you will Don't stop to think Sometimes words flow And slip off the tongue Sometimes it's slow No song to be sung Some days your voice is loud Some nights are hushed Some sonnets strike me proud Some seem in a rush The desire to speak With nothing to say Makes me feel weak I'll let my voice trail away....
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StatsAuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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