Unable to capture any kind of motivation.
Nope. Today I lack creativity.
I’ve tried seemingly every remedy for this.
Nonetheless, I cannot shake this block.
Somewhere exists the key to the gate that hinders my words from flowing.
Perhaps as the sun sets, the juices will begin to flow.
It’s as if I’m in a room filled with a thick fog.
Release me, for I feel trapped.
Every line in my head seems unsuitable.
Do I persevere? Of course.
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Thank you so much for reading my work! Any feedback or support that you have to offer is accepted and appreciated.
About the Creator
BrettNotGreg
-Thirty-something enigma with a wide spectrum of interests.
-Heavily anchored in poetry.
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