My brain is squishy.
Words aren’t coming to me.
I’ve lost my talent.
I feel abandoned and the empty feeling only grows.
Where are you, my muse?
I call out again and again until my voice is hoarse.
Come home and awaken my soul.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My brain is squishy.
Words aren’t coming to me.
I’ve lost my talent.
I feel abandoned and the empty feeling only grows.
Where are you, my muse?
I call out again and again until my voice is hoarse.
Come home and awaken my soul.