There are times
When I can’t write a damn thing
Times when my brain gets as dry as dirt
With less to offer
There are times
When all the special words
Cease to leap from my mouth
And my fingers forget
How to run freely across my keyboard
There are times
Where it feels as though I have lost all thought
Nothing is interesting
It seems I forgot
Forgot about the beauty
Of the words
The beauty of description
And it blowing in the breeze
It seems I have forgotten
How to form a simple sentence
And now it just sounds rotten
There are times
Times like right now
Where I can’t find inspiration
Not in anything at all
But at least there is still nothing
Because I have found
That nothing is as inspiring as hell
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