Watch
I watch them as they wander
lost.... alone.... without a purpose
so restless.... irritable.... discontented
their muse has taken flight.
I listen to the howling winds
how they cry.... with deep lament
carrying the voice of desperation
my God.... what a mournful sound.
Gone are the days of clarity
visionary wells are dry
as chaos twirls.... Dusty thoughts are swirled
but naught can ease their plight.
I watch them wander aimlessly
burned out... so filled with strife
hopeless... helpless... inspiration snuffed
their muse has taken flight.
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