Where are my words?
Nowhere to be found.
Blankness encircles the mind.
Shortcomings.
Nada.
Nothing.
So uninspired.
Writer's block.
Cliches
Forced rhyme
Lack of emotion
Poor wording
What's left?
I once was like an endless story.
Full of ideas.
Finding inspiration at every turn.
Gone.
Without a trace.
I considered myself a poet.
Now.
Almost too good to be true.
A translucent memory.
Becoming more ghostly every day.
Inspiration, wherever you are.
Please find me.
Author notes
There really is no style to this piece. It's just me. What you see is what you get. :/
PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU READ THIS POEM. iT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.
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I liked it.
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Thank you!
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Eh...not too shabby LOL :-P
I like the "translucent memory" thats a great phrase!
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lOL
I'll take what I can get from you. Thanks! I was bored at school and I had like 2 hours to kill. So I've been commenting and trying to write.
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True
I like it. Happens to me all the time. Good write. -
I love it. Keep up the good work.
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