When I sit down to write
arms held up
palms lay static immediate, fingers numb
and lay down flat.
Notwithstanding brimming thoughts, dearth in words of
expression
incoherent images unleashing
a whirlpool
hurling the feeble everywhere
Trying to retrieve together amidst all
I elevate my arm V.
The tip longs to bleed black and blue
dismayed remains capped for minutes, hours, days
falling flat;
testimony my a mere figment jotter.
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