Asleep At The Crossroads Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Hero-poet has run out of ground to cover
Stress threshold is lord and master
You're so kind, there's nothing I want to give you

And there's nothing I want to take from you either
I can't believe the creative apostrophe neanderthals
Telling us we will never be alone

Asleep at the crossroads
Burned out at the juncture of infinite possibilities
No good way to speak of the ebb of original thought

They thought it would never happen to them
That we would go back to the well and find it dry as a desert
In a place of embarrassment, the man with blue skin is not strong enough to lift his own art