His quill is bent His ink is dry His will is spent He wants to cry He did his best but failed the test and come undone He sits downcast crushed from above Seeing his last unread, unloved Try as he might he cannot fight he feels surreal Maybe it’s time to move along Give up the rhyme give up the song Do something new to get him through life’s bumps and slumps But then, a thought the little light his mind has sought starts to get bright His spirits rise up to the skies and words are stirred
© Stephen W. Buchanan 2016
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
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