Hiatus
The feeling I couldn’t even express it
A poet in convalescence
I had the potential
Words in my head blowing up exponential
And every word I said I doubted
Man I doubt it
I walked around and I pouted
I wanted to write something
But I kept thinking about it
And my wife wants me to write about it
And I’m all uptight about it
And the more I recede
The less I believe
That those who can read
Will receive
My little poem with relative intrigue
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