I feel like I've been drained
My thoughts
like building blocks do not fit
a square peg in a round hole
there are edges missing
and a muse
only finds scraps or nearly-wholes
to fill the breaches strewn across my soul.
Grinding down each thought or word
or symbool should perfect it
should make it shine
make it fit
quietly and profoundly in lines made
with simple enjambment,
but instead
they grate against each other,
filing bits away until only the hard,
blunt object sticks out with
no purpose or prose
or poetry.
~Hammeh
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