Sunday, 27 November 2011

Sometimes

Sometimes when I try
to make words of my thoughts.
the pen feels weak to bear
 the burden of my mind.

My lips fumble in confusion
my voice trembles,
my eloquence eludes me,
when I need it most.

Not for odes of beauty,
of love, of grace...
my throat dries up
when I sing my song.

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