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A Poem by Kenny Alex

I used to like writing
Because it made time stop
And now I'm tired of waiting
Will the joy return? so I hope
All emotions are gone
A condition in which I can't cope
Or may be I gave up to soon
Or may be I just lost hope
Writing was like music
With every poem a melody
With ever note a stanza
A rhyme for a rhyme
Having a fun bonanza
But now it's all mellow
I have nothing to show
It leaves my heart cold
Like January winter snow
Perhaps I should write a book
At least it will be something warm to hold
I'll read it at night with a candle
And witness the pages glowing gold