Imagination Gone
Where has my imagination gone,
Have I slept to long or not enough?
My brain has slowed, my creativity stalled.
Come on hands, begin writing stuff.
I have a pen gripped tight,
Paper laying on my table,
So why is it untouched, not a letter in sight?
Grrr look at it still, all pearly and white.
I feel so blocked, cut off I’m surely cursed.
Come on now Becky, Just bloody write a verse.
A chapter, paragraph, even a line … No?
My body laughs, you have got all night.
Feeling defeated, I look down and frown,
What I see in front of me, did it happen just now?
Copy and pasted from deep inside,
Spread along my canvas is my ticking mind.
A poem here complete, I‘m proud.
Thank you soul, for writing this down.
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