The progress of the piece
Is as incomplete as can be
There are no words written
No pictures or scenes depicted
Just the vacancy of expectation
It is hateful and distracting
A sigh, a sigh so heavy
That it weighs upon the mind
Creating more than can be imagined
A curse from the cease of flow
That such a return must be exceptional
A piece must rise from the nothingness
And be read and heard so aloud
That it rings in symphony
To all in rich splendour
I curse with spit and angst
Against this dammed void
And wish to write as I once did
In days now gone
To be a poet
Again
That Dammed Void
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