A haunting tune plays
In the distance
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Through the hidden
Hallways of
My muted imagination
Fingers reach for passing inspiration
Like the hungry grab for food
Torturing the growling stomach
Yet it stays just out of minds reach
Slowly I turn to see the sentences formed
By the crimson ink of my empty pen
And scream with the blankness
Of this wordless road