Nov 2017
It seems as if
All of my rhythm
All of my creativity
Has been suckled out
Like a sad puddle
On a dry day.
Where have my words gone?
I need them now more than ever.
All of my rhythm
All of my creativity
Has been suckled out
Like a sad puddle
On a dry day.
Where have my words gone?
I need them now more than ever.
