Uninspired
A void
A vacuum
I am an empty space and unyielding
Barren and dry
A word desert
A vulture lands and picks at
a dead sentence
The clouds of a brainstorm
hover and shrink in the distance
And the air is stale with the unimaginative
I can tell that nothing good
will be written tonight
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2015
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