All my favorite writers are vacant from this space there is no trace their heart felt out pours crushed under a wave of generic love poems of fast writen mud I scroll past empty rhyme after empty rhyme where are you? where did my poetic friends go? We broke like the last splash on the shore of a dried up lake These new words feel fake to those whose souls I loved I hope you are still penning somewhere I hope your ink still stains pages and that someday I'll read your names in a book or I'll find you on a journey and once again hear your words that sent my heart into a flurry
Daniel Magner 2015
Sorry HP, you've succumbed like the rest of the world. Some of you strive on but most of you who gave me hope are gone...