Why Is This Happening Poem by Marcus McKinley
Why Is This Happening
Wow, I am really drawing a blank right now
I feel as if the words for my next poem are there
But, I can’t see them
No images or concepts at all
I am having a poetic withdrawal
This is not fun, I can’t even hate it
I am having trouble forming emotions
this is taxing my devotions
and consequently my enthusiasm
towards seeing the next sunny day
as I sit here, a freshly cut rose
withering, withering, withering, away
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4/16/2024 6:30:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Marcus i'm sure everyone on ph site knows how this feels. A very interesting write. As i sit here a freshly cut rose withering withering withering away.That's a brilliant line so i don't think you are in any danger of running out of inspiration.