<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Senecot.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it dosen't flow, <br>When the Dam's backed up, <br>When the mind reels from constapation, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You find yourself wondering</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this the time when the talent, <br>if any, <br>stops? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll never spill words upon the page again, <br>You'll never bleed out this raging torrent<br>of simile's, metaphor's and hard owrn<br>cliche's from the veins<br>and into exsistance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left forever to choke<br>like a hanging man<br>upon all these bitter emotions, <br>these moments of apathy, <br>these day's of euphoria<br>left to force the air<br>from your lungs<br>with no foreseeable outlet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your breathing becomes short, laboured, <br>the sweat from your forehead<br>start's dripping from your palms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if you've<br>nothing left too say? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if you never did? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if this sudden paralyasis<br>last's forever<br>leaving you blindly groping<br>for a justifaction <br>for your exsistance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear God</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what if you're<br>just normal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the letters on the page<br>form into words, <br>the words fall into lines<br>and before you know it<br>you're back at the beginning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poems written<br>and the World is set to right's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it doesn't flow, <br>When the Dam's backed up, <br>When the mind reels from constapation, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fearful ego<br>is the greatest<br>laxative of<br>all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Neil+Gray">Neil Gray</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571535" data-title="Senecot. de Neil Gray" data-description="When it dosen't flow, When the Dam's backed up, When the mind reels from constapation, You find yourself wondering Is this it? Is this the time when the talent, if any, stops? You'll never spill words upon the page again, You'll never ..."></div> </div> </div>

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