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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