Staring at an empty page while leaves are falling around me but to crumbly to turn..
Scribbles on corners ,doodling the dots words are starting to splutter and mind mutters .
Pressing moments flood my head unfortunately am going to take them to bed.
Breathing deep mindfulness gets under my skin.
am feeling forlorn, frustrated I feel like Ive been berated by and invisible force.
Stop the rage and turn over a new blank page .
©benfish41
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