Lazy
You landed in a quiet time.
Silence all imagination.
My hand sighs carving beautiful words.
Paper pagina still looks hollow.
No power to vent through a layer of poetry.
Bubble like a bitch.
Might it have to grimace for the sake of a story.
Or should it hurt to carve ink.
I'm not that silly it's lazy.
Although the mud of sorrow forbids the imagination.
The eternal flame shattered hope.
The nails of the earth pierced the mind.
The pen elders will keep writing.
Sparking emotions across the script.
Working brutally on white canvas lap.
Giving birth to the sky rhyme is raised by the horizon.
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~ Congratulations # of world's excursions; keep working. Do not let the sense of laziness haunt the poets.