Inspiration
Inspiration missing…
Feeling empty…
All my writing stops…
My ghosts start to surface,
as my writing is a wall to defend.
Darkness closing in…
Wounds bleeding freely…
Scars I’ve hidden showing once more…
The pain starts to build as my walls crumble,
throbbing inside are the ghosts of my past.
Dreams become nightmares…
Dark and desolate…
Alone and trembling…
Nightmares ebb and flow at the edge of thought,
no peace when I’m awake or asleep.
I need you my art…
I need you my poetry…
I need you my inspiration…
I need you my love!!!
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