in breaking with my creative burnt victim
i shall re-find myself and some of my old ways.
i am accustomed to feeling half-empty, fourth-wall-breaking as of late,
we all know the semi-glass tastes better when it's not filled with milk and eggs.
but i can't cease in trying nevertheless
so to you i say hello; my dear, low-hanging, old friend:
welcome back to my run-down-poetry-page.
i am so empty and so burnt out creatively all the time it's not even funny anymore.
a self-established poet that can almost never write, oh the irony in this.