I may never be able
to pen hidden ghosts
that haunt both
night and day.
Some emotions might not
be visible using ink
nor does anything exist
to make it a must
to bleed out loud.
So many paths have been
littered with written words
tossed along with lonesome
outcries of why.
No, I may never be
strong enough to deliver
the final page.
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