When was it last






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garimar
garimar Poetry is a personal purgatory
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I just wish you all to drop a read!
In other words it is called "writers block"
And ironically the very block pulled me out of it.

When was it last

When was the last time I sat alone

When was the last time I sat alone With a pen and a paper and

When was the last time I sat alone With a pen and a paper and some thoughts unknown

When was the last time I sat alone With a pen and a paper and some thoughts unknown And I still tried to pen those thoughts,

When was the last time I sat alone With a pen and a paper and some thoughts unknown And I still tried to pen those thoughts, in my nebulous mind connecting the dots

When was the last time I sat alone With a pen and a paper and some thoughts unknown And I still tried to pen those thoughts, in my nebulous mind connecting the dots

When was it?

Last week?

Last month?

When was it?

When was it last when my solitude spoke

When was it last when my solitude spoke When I sat in quietude, it brought in hope

When was it last when my solitude spoke When I sat in quietude, it brought in hope When was it? I do not remember,

When was it last when my solitude spoke When I sat in quietude, it brought in hope When was it? I do not remember, For my solitude now is just a dark chamber

Where my thoughts rust, heart rots

Where my thoughts rust, heart rots And my silence burns in the fine knots

When was it last?

It feels so long

That I no longer feel my thoughts

Like how a paper that completely blots

Like how a paper that completely blots In the same ink and same design

Like how a paper that completely blots In the same ink and same design Or like a white washed wall

Like how a paper that completely blots In the same ink and same design Or like a white washed wall Waiting to shine

So are my words now smoked and tainted

So are my words now smoked and tainted They can no longer paint,

Aesthetic pictures of the eye

Aesthetic pictures of the eye That the soul paints

Aesthetic pictures of the eye That the soul paints And the mind wishes to create.

When was the last time I sat alone ?

When was it last when my solitude spoke ?

When was it last when I freely wrote ?

When Was It Last?

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