kelvin karani

Dead Creativity - Poem by kelvin karani

My creativity mourns
In the desert of words
Longing for deceased times
When it flowed naturally
Like the Nyiro into Victoria.

It spurred me to write
Making me shed light
On things great
And others mundane.
Now my fingers are insane

Words formed rivers
Which turbulently did flow
Away washing my concerns
But now the times have changed.
I have become barren!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

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