Wordless, empty notebook
Observed by a calm but black look
Inspiration, you're so divine
But seem to escape this mind of mine
So I make up these silly rhymes
To help me pass the dreadful time
Normality, it's you I miss
Envy, oh envy, why must you bother me?
Right when my matching talent just begins to flee
Talent-less, terrible, oh horrible me
Drowning in my very own hopeless poetry
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
Form: Free Verse
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