THE DAY WE DIED and some other stuff

Day after day, the same way, we count the days we have left to live.
There's no problem with that.
Just that our minds grow in sync with that info, so we mentally shorten our own lives.
We've got nothing to lose.
And hence a lot to gain.
So the more we count our days,
The more the pain.
This is just Free-writing.
There's nothing more to it.
Just heed to the advice because it's legit.
I'm walking down writer's block, wondering where to go.
So I'm just scribbling; I've got nowhere to go.
Writer's block is a hard thing to hit.
It's like fishing with a bottle cork.
It's true some of these lines don't fit;
I'm just emptying my stock.
Don't mind me wae,
Writer's block is not real.
It's just an illusion;
One which can kill💣.
Don't stop writing,
And blame it on an illusion.
Merge your art with passion,
Now that's what you call a fusion.
Writer's block is for dummies.
For lazy people and co.
How do you expect to harvest poetry if you do not want to sow?
Read wide, if you want to be consistent. 👍
Keep your eye on the prize, and try to be persistent.💪
The more you read📖, the more you write📝.
So try to read before you write.
I'm Revelation Poet🔱,
And I hope I'm making sense.
As I said, I'm free-writing.
This stuff is making my room tense... 😂😂😂

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