Where did they go?—
My beautiful lines
lost in the snow…
Now I can’t even rhyme!
Look at me? Is this a
way to live? A way to write?
Where is my guiding star?
My path of glorious light.
Too many questions and no
inspiration. Two weeks prior
I would wake up in a glow,
beautifully inspired,
but now it’s dire.
I’ve even lost count of my
scattered rhymes. Two lines
the same? Oh shame, oh my!
What happened to my grand designs?
If I cannot write
Then I am worth owt.