Numb...
Blank...
Detached...
Detached from whom...
What...
Where...
When...
Why?
I have no words... no inspiration.
The words I write feel empty and without feeling.
I read everything I've written over weeks and feel...
Nothing.
There was a day when the words came smoothly...
Always in passion... always in love...
Today... I am not moved...
I am moving... but not moved.
I am trying to squeeze out poetry... prose... an IOU.
Nothing.
It's all dry... desolate... dead.
Dead words. Dead passion.
I miss my muse...
In passion... In love...
Give me a drop.
Quench me.
Satiate me.
Fulfill me.
Give me words.
Give me love.
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