Blinking cursor
Patient, waiting,
Keeping all my thoughts
from waiting
How is that a single bar
Allows my thoughts to travel far?
To depths of soul
or heights of mind
Through you the whole
of truth I find.
But on this morning: early, dark
Why can't I find a single spark?
Blink on, blink off
You gently tease:
"Your problem is?
Go: write with ease."
This morning, naught, except your mocking:
Why can't I find the words for talking?
Have pity then,
please do not hate me,
if on this day
the words escape me.
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