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Wandering aimlessly through the yellow corridors of these empty, endless pages,

I'm but a mere shadow slave, for it's unquenched thirst of words for ages

As I slowly fade out into the oblivion; numb hands don't fail me this time,

Desperate for this one last flow of ink, one last perfect flow of rhyme...

Blame it all upon the dumb mind and the useless black eyes that stare,

Shamelessly at all the brilliant minds here, squinting hard through their poetic glare!

Just wanted to blend in as a teardrop, in this endless sea of PostPoets...

Instead made an ocean of teardrops, of vain sighs, shivers and sweats

As blank lines stare blankly at my blank face, for just one last drop of ink;

Rusty fingers don't let me down, in this limbo please don't let me sink,

Reaching out for the last straw, for the first sound or sight that comes to the soul...

Be my beacon of salvation, guiding me through this inked maze to my literary goal!

Still trailing, trailing far behind; but not yet even done with this wonderful game,

I'll be striving, striving to shine, 'til the day on these pages I inscribe my name...