I've been away from my pen for a while. It's always with me, speaking silently I've trained myself to ignore the presence Even though I acknowledge I've been distant Reminders of the lack of activity lead me far away. I wish I knew why I don't pick it up as much anymore I've been feeling less inspired as of late, yet I should make effort. I need to fix this before it worsens
I haven't been writing much... Not really a poem I just needed to write something