Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

From: Mr. Book, To: Human

I do not know what to say
For I am the words of words
Compiled emotions raw from the heart
I can rhyme and patternize
And make up things as I go
I have things to say
And things to be silent about
I am a mind of the minds
I am the soul of souls
I am the myriad of dreams
But my eyes are old
And my pages are forsaken
My ears have grown cold
From abandoning voices
My sense of touch is numb
For long have I sat on this shelf
Dusting away into nothingness
All I taste is the bitter air
Which carries the current of ignorance
And all I see is a wisp of smoke
Evading me
I do not know what to say

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