Once wrote words written to inspire
Once poetry flowed to evoke
Now words rarely written
Now poetry is but a dry bed
Pages once lined with thoughts
blood
sweat
tears
SOUL
now lined with rote
page after page as useful as a—
dust
mote
Poetry defined and refined
now it simply defies
me
words that convinced and railed against
have become pleas and bargains
pencil scratching paper
lines of graphite erase
the once pure paper debased
selling out to make a name
all to just gain momentary fame
that will fade & wax & wane
leaving nothing
no great legacy
no fond memories
only a forgotten name
and
forgotten words
Once wrote words written to inspire
Once poetry flowed to evoke
Time to begin
again
time to be reborn
pencil scratching paper
lines of graphite create
pages lined with thoughts
blood
sweat
tears
SOUL
Lined with life again
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