Poetry is Gone


Poetry is gone

And I think I died,

Just a little bit.

Poetry took a vacation

Left my brain to rot

Without an escape.

Words without paper

No meter, no rhyme

Words gathered in my mind.

This upset my muse immensely

So she ran away with Poetry,

Leaving me utterly alone.

I didn’t know what to do

To clear my messy mind

So I wrote a song.

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