For so long that fire burned, hot and sweet
My longest running hobby
Enough writing for me to organize, nice and neat
My burning passion, like wasabi
But lately I've lost my drive, I've been beat
My pen hardly moves at all anymore
Poems and stories once came daily
But now I'm lucky if it's once a week
Six months was all it took to start failing
Sending myself up shit creek
Navigating this mess of words, sailing
I want to keep trying
My hobbies usually never last
So maybe my writing is something special
I feel I'm getting better than I was in the past
Better than the demons with which I used to wrestle
So I'll keep writing, until my works are vast
Maybe the flame will reignite itself, maybe it'll last
- 3/13/21
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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
