by : Bacardi Gold
27/feb/2021
i felt the guilt
my page is blanked
no letters, no numbers
just plain white light
tapped the restless keys
in nearly three hours
nothing seemed to stay
all flew away
in between those moments
no story sneaked and buzzed
write anything, even abc
something will be at your door
it was not something, it’s
someone knocked from outside
can i borrow a thousand
the voice from outdoor barged in…
i was stripped of a thousand
like a blocked writer’s block
i became a lender, over stacked
a panacea, the keys worked, it’s luck?…
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