I'm getting worried.
I keep on writing poems.
Nowt wrong with that
It's like having those
Sweet little candy 'whizz & pop' things
That melt on your tongue
In my head right now
As the next line magics itself
From the tip of my pen.
So why am I thinking
About how much of a failure
I will feel
If I can't think of anything?
Expecting and feeling worthless
Story of my life.
Dulwich Poet 27th March 2013
(I had already made up a few poems today, & I started worrying in case they would dry up in a few days time)
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