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Pen Soaked Coffee

shower me down the warmth of coffee

fill up my empty mind so I may write the words I wish to

appear on paper, still clean and blank

the title has been made but still the contents are lost

somehow I need to find them and get them all together

 

the mug is filled with the liquid that keeps me warm

yet it’s empty with the words I wish to share

I rack my brain to shake loose whatever creativity is left

I’m distracted from my surroundings so I let the music fill my ears

Ideas come slow, I wish they would flood and drown me

but somehow it’s barren as the desert

 

third coffee already and not half way through

seems my pen is stuck in limbo

I have to make it work

let me lie wide awake in daydream

maybe the poem will create itself for me