Uncompleted... - Poem by Lubinda Lubinda
Wondering in the dark
looking for a spark
he hopes that he could rekindle
the flame, that was left so feeble
the flame, that once gave him
the inclination to write!
Dazed, confused and perplexed
like someone with their head in the clouds
he takes another peek
at his dusty uncompleted manuscript
and he's traumatized
by an eerie silence in his mind
because this time round
he's got nothing more to write!
he is nevertheless optimistic
and tries to holds on to his pen
for as long as he can
waiting for the moment when
he'd feel inspired to write again!
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