A Short Poem Written out of Frustration

Photo by Kira auf der Heide on Unsplash.

I was hoping to write a quadrille using the prompt provided by dVerse on Monday…this short poem is just two words over the limit and I couldn’t figure out how to cut it down. 

 

I must write but I cannot.

All’s turned to rot

Inside my head.

 

My mind is dead.

I’ll bury it

With candles lit;

 

The sad blank page

Attends with rage;

It is not filled

 

As I once willed.

The words have fled:

My mind is dead.

 

~H

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