Fighting


With a tired mind
I fight with the words

With passion fleeing
I search for inspiration

Within inner turmoil
I resist becoming invisible

What once flowed freely
So openly
Now seems restricted
Forced
Clumsy
Careless
Void of passion

With a tired mind
I fight each sentence
Each line
Every stanza

Battling in darkness
The backspace button laughing
Frustration growing

Fighting
Forcing
Cursing

Trying to regain the words that have silently slipped away…

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