no direction home

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no direction home

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I can’t write anymore

Inspiration has gone out the door

Can no longer deny

Can no longer hide

The crumpled papers on the floor

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Where once words flowed

Like an endless literary road

Now potholes abound

Bridges have fallen down

Under Nothing’s heavy load

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A scorching desert, I walk alone

Inspiration merely bleached white bones

Skin burned, lips cracked

One step forward, two steps back

Lost; forever; no direction home

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