Reflections of the Soul: Poetry

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When one has no inspiration,

All they feel is deep depression.

Pen on hand, but no words to write.

It just feels like nothing's right.

Mind juggled with imaginations,

And emotions filled with expressions,

But how to write all of it down

With words simple yet profound?

Ideas are circling 'round my temple

As my undoer begins to crumble.

The text must be avant-garde

Or else the whole thing will be marred.

I'm drawing a blank on my mind.

The words are like being confined.

Only thinking of bad excuses

That does not make me amused.

Where are my thoughts going...?

It's been from winter to spring.

I would hope for a brainstorm,

But it doesn't quickly form.

- 2011