I walk uninspired,

Getting so tired,

Of being mute.

Why can’t like Hughes,

Could I produce,

Some poetry.

It would be grand,

To see it unveil,

In my thoughts.

But it’s better the pen,

Suffer this concern,

For it does not mind.

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