when the fire of your passion simmers down
and the embers slowly turns to ashes
how to keep the warm glow of letters
against the cold dark earth
when the waterfalls trickle down to droplets
and the rain of thoughts became a drought
how do you pour your soul out in the open
against the sheer drop of rock bottom failure?
when the ink so abundant slowly runs dry
and the blank pages stares back at you, and you ask why
the words elude you like a plague now
how to find those words somehow..
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