Lost Inspiration
Now it all seem blank
and words refuse to flow from this pen
wisdom to think, i even lack
even greatness at times i doubt, and i ask when?
often unconsciously, i sit in this plank
looking back and forth, now and then
And it all started after that sickness,when i started going blank
and some memories i have to keep with a book and a pen
All i see is black! black!! black!!!
Who would get me my inspiration back?
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