can't write

I can’t write anything.
Ghosts dance on the paper,
Shadows smear their essence
Over the white rows of he pages

I can’t write.
The terror of emptiness
Neutralizes each and every sound,
It eats away at every word.

Let time fall silent.
Let it drag along the thieves
Who rob my hours;
Let all echoes come to an end,
The chorus that swipes my passion.

They have been leaving,
The rules and phonemes
The clock that clutches the hours;
Vague moments glow in memory.

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