I close my eyes and try to sleep but the dead poets come to torment me holding their poems before me throwing their greatness in my face They taunt me with their truths and grip my fingers around a pen, mocking my silence Write they say, but i can't What if i fail, i will never equal them so why even try. But they won't let me quit. They will torture me forever.
Reason for writing:
what a crappy attempt at poetry!
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