End Of A Thought.

Bored with prose
So I write poems
Can’t write Katya
Can’t write Owen
Muse has left me
For the moment
The lack of words
Does clearly show it
I await a
Single spark
To bring a light
To all this dark
And when it comes
I’ll smile and write
But it ain’t here
No, not tonight


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