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I'm sure you have noticed the lack of, well, anything here as of late. Especially in terms of anything creative. So I decided to force myself to write a poem and this is what I came up with. It's not my usual style. More like a rap than anything. But it seems to convey my state of mind. I think.

It seems unfinished so may I will finish it one day; hopefully soon.

Once more

I explore

the cliché of

squeezing blood from a stone

or words from

a pen

ideas from the

abyss that is

my mind.

Within and without

I know

I have the ability

the talent

the words

but lack

the motivation

the inspiration

to create

the fascination

needed to feed

the writer’s desire to be

just to be.

So I spurt words in a manner

that you may not comprehend

but may pretend

to spare me the

humiliation

trepidation

caused by these words which are merely

my procrastination.