Empty words meaningless in their rhyme
Devoid of beauty - worthless cliches
Writ of a poet - lost in his time
He finds no inspiration - museless
He begs the universe for an answer
For what is the purpose behind my work?
I don't feel inspired, as a writer -
I've lost my love for the written word -
I cry, for the sanity I've lost
When no one looks a silent tear falls,
With all that's faded this is the worst
My heart! Can't you hear my wretched calls?
I find no sense of writing anymore -
Trivial scenes, long gone, I go through death's door...
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