I do not know what to say
I'm staring at a blank paper
Surrounded, like the drought desert
Filled with sand,
Yet, still entirely empty
I do not have the creativity
The thoughts are developing
They are sprinting in my mind
Yet, they do not work
And I'm left without a single thing to say
Never have I liked poems
Never have I written them
Never have I succeeded in analyzing one
It all comes to an endless hole
A hole sucking out my mind
As a black hole in space
Eating its way through the universe
Devouring every piece of existence
Leaving nothing behind
Nothing left to expand
I do not know what to say
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