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I just wrote this (literally) on an impulse. I haven’t edited it much yet. I just felt like sharing it. It doesn’t have a name.

Also, I like your poem, @k-a-grey . 🙂

“I’m tired”, I roll over and say
I drop my pen and leave it to lay
Gathering dust, I used to play
With words, now my fingers rust
I used to write, but now I must
My heart is filled with decay
Yet, I have a duty to pay
My words cannot go away
I must write and make them stay
So I pray
Every day
My heart will be okay
In the face of doubts’ array
My pen will valiantly face the fray
And with enough courage, I may
Summon forth a victory