i wanted to write a poem today
something prolific
something profound
i scribbled on
bits of paper
gathering truths
hiding fears
i thought i was on
to something
creating a moment
curling the edges of my paper
the gravity of my words
heavy
filling
the
white space
crowded
despite this
my poem
wasn't
prolific
or
profound
just words
shallowly
strung
together
i
forced
it
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