Content

Creativity, not in my grasp

The feelings do not come easy

When forced

Cheap words are produced

*

When the muse hides

I am left desolate

Yearning for release

Captivated by chasing her

*

Looking for clues of intelligence

I am left fuming

My head churning in flames

As I punish the keyboard with faulty rhythm

*

I am left in the shadow of my emotions

They will not show themselves

Perhaps I am just content

And need not express myself

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