Lost

Write from the heart

The flow different, lacking

grabbing at words out of reach 

just to fall flat 

 

the flame that used to burn

fluidity of pen to paper

window from self to ink

ever closing

 

losing what comes easy

had it now it's gone 

or was it ever there at all?

This poem is about: 
Me

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