I often find
I’ve no words to say
Especially at
The end of the day
But inspiration can
Bring all kinds
Softly nudging ideas
Right into my mind
And I think about some
Who haven’t written
Two months, three days
Since the writing bug’s bitten
And let me tell you
It affects me too
All those words
They used to spew
Now they’ve just left me
Without hardly any hope
It’s the reason I often
Just wanna mope
You see…that’s what
Sadness does
Makes you miss
All that was
And yeah I know
I’m not making much sense
Thankfully dispiritedness
Isn’t an offense
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written; October 2018
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing! 😉
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Always a pleasure to read and share with followers, My Dear! Hope you are having a great day!
xoxox 😊💕🌹🌹✨
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I think we all suffer from that… 😕
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Yeah, unfortunately it happens.
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I get so tired of doctors and pills! 😡
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Me too!
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😊
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All of your poems are so relatable!
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I hope that’s a good thing. 😉
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It is! 😉
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Lovely. But sad.
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Thank you, Dave. I’m trying so hard not to post anything too terribly depressing. Lol… 😉
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Write / post what you feel! Let it out….
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Need to go anonymous for that. Lol 😉
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Oh gosh, is it REALLY that bad?! :O
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Yes! Lol… 😉
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Uh oh! Lol 😂
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You made plenty of sense, now cut that out!! 😉
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Lol… thanks! 😉
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sweet!
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Thanks! 😉
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Wonderful…..
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❤️
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