Nothing To Stear Me
I no longer write flowery verse,
My mind is adrift from the universe
And my star is dim.
Magic and mystery no longer plague me;
The moon has set and no longer moves me
To pick up my pen.
I'm old and I'm weary
With nothing to stear me
Back in.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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