Words used to line up neatly
Forming simple prose and poetry
But my talent died - eluded me
I've lost all of my creativity
In a box of black and gloom
Word flowers aren't able to bloom
To feel means inevitable doom
My heart deserted and my mind an empty room
To say goodbye to a soul friend
To pretend the wound will mend.
When it comes to loss there is no end
when it comes to loss there is no end
1 comment:
I am sorry you are sad. It's a Monday. Your poetry shows you still have creativity on the emotional side. I love you.
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