A tangible pain in my chest
A feeling of urgency
Combined with a feeling of sluggishness
Each attempt at purpose folds
all I can do is sit and wait
Wait for inspiration and
Wait for a time where I don’t feel like a battery the wrong way up
Or a socket plugged into itself
Games conversation sleep and crying now all to difficult
to tiring
Creativity a broken tool
All I can do is sit and wait
Trying again and again
The result is always the same
It’s pointless
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Author:
Mayster Rine (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I know how you feel. I liked reading this.
A fantastic piece. Relatable.
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