Nothing Left

When the sun shi…

 

I can’t think of anything to write.

Does this mean I do not feel?

Have I lost all touch and creativity?

Did it never exist in the first place?

No poetry in my mind.

No inspiration to take focus.

Maybe I’m sick, or just tired.

Maybe I’m over before even starting.

Maybe sadness is setting back in.

Or maybe I have just reached my end.

 

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