When Words Fall Flat
I could do this once
With the heart of a poet
Words flowing like wine
Now they come slowly
And with painstaking effort
A tune played off key
Where has my gift gone
Or when did I bury it
Beneath my despair
The scenery shifts
Presenting inspiration
I remain tongue tied
For most life goes on
And it does for me as well
But I lack something
Lack the words to say
Lack the stage to say them on
And lacking the (drive)(will)
I crumble like stone
A cliche wasting away
Feeling worldbound
The Bard adds these words
"We are here gasping for air,
smothered by nothing."
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