Dear Poetry

Dear Poetry,

I’m out of ideas.

Lines that used to flow with ease now shrivel up in the desert that is my mind.

I wish I could participate and join in this beautiful fray.

I hope some day I come back and with open arms you’ll greet me.

But until then I’ll bid adieu and put down my pen completely.

I may be back tomorrow or in a day or two

I may be bcack after years have passed

Poetry you have given me so much release and closure

I owe you my life and my sanity.

Thank you dear poetry.



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