Burnt Out
Who snuffed out my writing spark?
It used to burn so bright,
Now notebooks, lay forgotten
All, tucked out of sight.
Where did the emotion go?
My urgent need to vent,
Now, when I crawl in bed at night
My mind is simply spent.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
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