My inspiration’s waning
As I sit down to write.
Just to get a simple sentence out
Will prob’ly take all night.
My inspiration’s fading
As my fingers begin moving.
To stop before I start to cry
Would prob’ly be behooving.
I try to vent frustration
In free verse most of the time.
For some reason, at the moment,
I have the urge to rhyme.
It
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