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I Stayed True

I lay in my bed and softly cry
I can not believe that my words on paper I can not bequeath
My heart beats fast
As the words come to me but I can not make them last
The anxiety,� panic even of no relief
How will I get it out? How will the story be told?
My pen wants to write, this is absurd!
The world needs to know that I exist
That I lived my life and to myself I stayed true.

Written by QuinnARichardson

Published 23rd Jan 2018

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Re. I Stayed True

EpicUtester69 (Just a simple poet)

23rd Jan 2018 1:28pm

I have felt this feeling once or twice
When I had writers block let’s say
I know what I wanted to say
Nothing would come out

This is horrible when that happens
Anxiety mixed with depression
Fighting for air tears flow
Sleepless nights long ass days

Slowly the block lifts
Words start to flow
People will know about struggle
My life has not been in vain.

Ps
Your poetry speaks volumes to me
I want to know your story I care
I want to listen and learn. 😊