No words come to mind,
None spin through my head.
Their sparking shine
Has turned to a dull sheen,
And I cannot form a line.
I am left inside of this slump,
And my mind cannot think,
So now it cannot gaze
Or even drink
The wine of my knowledge.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC
No words come to mind,
None spin through my head.
Their sparking shine
Has turned to a dull sheen,
And I cannot form a line.
I am left inside of this slump,
And my mind cannot think,
So now it cannot gaze
Or even drink
The wine of my knowledge.
Wine aged for 16 years, sounds very old. In a slump and it ***** Writing this took out what was left in my head. I’m blaming my influenza.
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