A Poet's Mind

So many poems left incomplete

Too many thoughts that won’t take a seat

My mind is running laps in my head

With words that cannot be left unsaid

The past creeping up behind me

Locking me in my tracks without a key

I cry asking if I can even forgive

But I feel like I already had my chance to live


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