Here I am
Stuck
In this dark well
Of depression
Unable to see
The characters
I type
Through this veil
Of deep, deep
Sorrow
Will I ever
Conquer this?
Questioning my
Very existence?
Will I never be able
To write a line of
Beauty or happiness?
‘Give it time.' They say
So here, blank page
In hand
I
wait
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