I miss
I cannot write
Just stare in vain
As my lack of verve
Mars the page
My thinking stops
Dullness overtaking
Bothered and aware
This mirror needs breaking
Cruel clarity
Did descend on me
Highlights all
I'll never be
All in all
I had a good run
Heads were scratched
When contests I won
But contests became
More politics game
Judging disabled
To favour of enabler
That isn't the rhyme
Or the reason here
I'm just all out of words
You're all out of hear
Nothing an audience can fix
When self declaration
As a poet
I'm nixed
Didn't look into
Use of that phrase
Was always a chancer
Now I'm just laze
Zee
Maybe it's heat
That delineates me
I'm just outline of poet
With no innards to see
I miss, I miss
I miss my muse
All my ideas
Didn't think I'd lose
Too obvious I cry
To even write of this
It proves the point
That my muse I miss
To gaze at art
See just shapes
Where once I'd sail
In great escape
I have a plan
To read a book
But I'm still forlorn
When I look up
But all that time
I used to fill
With writing thoughts
I now have to kill (your mind may wander... but I'll probably do embroidery)
Let's let this line
Be the end in sight
For all I've proved
Is I can no longer write
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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