inspiration.

this is what happened when I ran out of things to write about...

the page is blank.

the pen is tired.

the words are old.

the idea is expected.

the format is used.

 

expression is dead,

creativity died at it's feet,

bringing with it

originality.

 

lack of inspiration

is my inspiration.

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[A]

:) I wrote something similiar to this. Writer's block is no fun. I bet a lot of people can relate to this piece. Great poem! :)