Idleness
It's the time
when the pen
doesn't move,
it just
stays stagnent.
You have
no inspiration,
no Muse
& you
wonder if
this is it,
is the joy
ride over?
Will you
have to return
to a lackluster existence
where you
don't compose,
just go about
your functions
with no
life at all.
Copyright © Frank Sheehan | Year Posted 2020
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