Creative thoughts lost in time,
Somewhat displaced in space,
A large hole now takes its place,
Thoughts no longer have their natural place.
A hunger feeds thru me,
Though not knowing what it craves,
I feel but yet so unease,
My creative thoughts feel deceased? diseased?
Some thoughts yet not beyond my imagination,
Have trouble in the manifestation,
They let off all the right creative sparks,
But they end up leaving me in the dark.
My mind feels so blocked,
And all the wrong doors have been locked,
It feels like an empty void to me,
In hell is my creativity.
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Written January 19th, 2006
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