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Wordslinger's Purgatory
I have lost my tools
Now nothing comes as I
Try to impose my will on to
Paper with scribbles of ink
I once proclaimed this my
Only god given talent perhaps
I am wrong but if I am
Right I am a fool for
Like a carpenter who's left
His tools overnight in the rain
My negligence has caused
My brain to rust I have
Stopped reading and nearly
Stopped writing but when
I do write it is lacking
Heartless withoit depth or
Soul only a shell of what
I use to do it maybe
This writer be damned
You write also resonates with
You write also resonates with me. I certainly understand how frustrating it can be to loose an easy way of doing something or being. I dont think your writing is crap far from it and most of us dont appreciate thr beauty or profoundity in our works as much as others do. Sometimes I feel like everything I write is shit. Ive leaned some ppets are inctedibly awesome in one way and others in another. But still awesome. Every dog has its day. I too hope you keep writing through this troubled time bbecause im propably one of those people who respects and enjoys your work more than you do! Good to see ya diamond will Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Hey, I Got Singed
Burned out and had to take a break from poetry for a year. Your writing is fabulous. I enjoy the honesty. No cobwebs in this poem. Reading poetry and other authors helps build the poetic juices up to spill over status - be well, Stella