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My writing has slowed,

Almost to a complete stop.

My passion fizzled,

My life consumed by

Other things.

My dreams and aspirations

Completely dashed by life.

It has become somewhat meaningless.

My focus of writing has become a job,

A job I detest at times.

But when my mind flows

I feel it.

I can move carelessly without pause.

I wish someone believed in my work.

Someone actually took time to read.

But that plea is ignored.

My begging eventually stopped

And now I don’t ask anymore.

Oh, what she misses out on because

She doesn’t want to read my thoughts.

She is the one who had turned that lava back into stone,

Where the fire dies.