Tragic Comedy, or Hilarious Tragedy?

I have been suffering ---

         a good many things.

But more importantly and noted, is the writer's block.

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I can't think

straight

I can't w

right.

I know why

My mind's occupied

Obsessed with a certain feeling

Which has poems, novels, epics,

songs, symphonies, soliloquies

all devoted to making it known

To those who know

Who have felt it

I feel it

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I want you
I want you to share this with me
I want us to be one, united, alone
Underneath, within and above the sun
It is so beautiful

It is
So
Divinely
Beautiful...

In awe,
Bowing, thinking
we knelt face
to face

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Couldn't you see it

Standing there with me?

I guess this is

my soliloquy

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Alone, this seems no longer

An hilarious tragedy

Without you to share it,

I am a very tragic comedy.

That's what I think about

Why I can't  w

right?

All I see is the space

Empty, hanging

Between the day

and night

your love

and my fright.

I've risked it all

and liked it

I understand

w...

right?

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Write, write, write
Write it all down
Write it before you forget
Write, write, write
If you don't keep a record
If you don't write it down
How will you let the lesson sink
Down in through your crown
Your heavy, tight, thorned iron crown
Write it all down
Before your body burns to the ground

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My words

My life

Will be

An Hilarious

Tragedy

This much

I guarantee

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