It's difficult when something becomes out of sight
Your emotions and passions are difficult to writeThings become murky theres nothing in your pieceYour words are jumbeled confused not even a beatMy fingers still write but my souls not there so muchTaking pen to the paper they become hard to touchI have deleated pieces from my pastMy words they became to much to rehashWriting was my way of sending it all outIn the end all it did was consume me with doubtThis was my escape to let my true self be shownTo write what I seen to feel how I feltNow I'm lying my way through with the hand I was dealtI want to see my words come to life on the pageI don't want to bury them hold them hostage in a cageI want them to be read and know I speak trueTo lead you down my path or atleast offer a clueI want my moment back where it was easy to just writeI want to come out of the dark I want you back in my sight
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