No Words.

Doubt takes my pen and strikes it blind,

let's bleed from there in stilted tongue

a burning pyre of shackled thoughts,

wreathing ribbons of defeat through

canyons in this false and fetterd mind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had two poems on the go, wasn't happy with either, and couldn't get them as I wanted, this one was written out of sheer frustration.

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It rendered a nicely written frustration poem:)



Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....



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Thank you very much :-)

Thank you very much :-)