The Art of Letters
My brain is without thought and is vacant,
and there is nothing coming to mind.
There’s not even a blank canvas to write upon,
it’s as though I am mentally blind.
I’m tapping random keys on my laptop
I’m so unimaginative and tense.
A pattern is emerging from the letters,
but does it really have to make sense?
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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