A gift unused.

Pencil to the parchment
Blank paper beneath my pen
How wistfully lonely
When wise words won’t come?
For inspiration, she eludes me
Weep to me oh whispering willow
Wave a wand of woeful wishes
For me with which to write
Clever tales and careless dally
Fussy and finicky I am not
I fight, I falter and I have failed
Where great men and women
Prosper before me
The bitter taste of bankruptcy
Left upon lifeless lips
Succumb to the stalemate
Of stories seldom shared
When inspiration, she leaves me
To fight another day.

Author: Moonsomnia

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