POETRY | POEM
I Run Out of Inspiration
Can you help?
Out of inspiration, I run, Like blood, I need a transfusion, ASAP.
Can you help?
Ideas? now dry Creativity? a distant cry Like in the desert, Looking for an oasis of Thoughts; thirsting for A few drops to get me by On this burning sand, I lie.
Who can help me? Like the ground Waiting for the pouring rain To come and wash away, The drought of uninspired days Here I stand yearning and wondering.
Where can I find it?
Is it in the laughter of Children playing, over there, Wild and free or perhaps In the whispers of the breeze Rustling leaves of trees hoping To breathe life into me and Rekindle the flame that once, Burned into these thoughts — So obscure.
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