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Desperately Bad Poetry

Writer: Gurdit
Gurdit
Apr 18
1 min read

I am channeling,

Every word I can right now,

To frame into sentences meaningful,

But, just so you know,

It's not as easy as it used to be.


I have no ideas today,

None of the pre-made prompts inspire me,

There's no muse either to lure my words into a poetry for them,

Yet, I've channeled these words,

In despair,

I think that's enough for bad, desperate poetry and attendance here.

 
 
 

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