**My Mind in A Fog**
My mind is thick with clouded thoughts,
My words refuse to flow so true.
No matter how I strain and plot,
My verses fall like broken chew.
Nauseating, like some mental plague,
As if my tongue’s a foreign foe.
I can’t conjure a rhythmic phrase,
Nor lines that softly intertwine.
Today, it seems, I’m just a hack,
A poet of the lowest grade.
My rhymes elude my grasp, alack!
Both slant and perfect ones have strayed.
Yet still, my love for you won’t cease,
Despite this writer’s block I face.
Your presence quells my darkest peace,
And makes my heart leap with its grace.
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Amor
Dolor
