Inspiration, one of my creative assistants.
In my life, you are what's missing'
Cause I don't feel as artistic
Anymore.
Life has become a bore.
I wish that we could back to before,
Where we had ideas galore,
Spread out like a gallery in my head.
But instead,
There's just gray skies ahead,
And black and white days filled with dread.
So, I can't help but be at a total loss.
I can't believe that you're gone.
How could that sickly fog
Rip you away from my thoughts?
From me?
You turn my imagination into reality
And brighten up my dreams,
Which fills my heart with glee.
Now, my creativity ranks so low.
I miss the days where we'd make rainbows
And think things that could turn to gold.
I try to cling on to hope,
Yet my spirit is lacking.
What the heck is happening?!
Your return is all that I'm asking,
Please don't let this be your final passing.
In a world where I'm forced to survive,
You are one of the many things that keep my creativity alive.
Please come back. I miss you.
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2020: The Poetry Collection
PoetryAlright. In the year of 2020, many things have taken placed. From a pandemic to Black Lives Matter protests. To people losing their jobs and entering depression. These have been some pretty trying times, but it has given me inspiration. It has inspi...
