I am thwarted
by my fickle & very inspirational lover,
Words no
longer linger softly & invade my aching brain,
No longer willing
pages, of lost books from cover to cover,
No letters filling
lonesome corners, easing my stifled pain.
Where love once
flowed in streams, now dammed by rock,
Where birds soared,
they´re now gone & lost in misty haze,
This cancer called
inability, which poets simply call the block,
Please God before
you call me home, lift this hellish malaise.
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