-Mediocre Poet-
I read back
Over the words of my past.
I challenge myself to feel
As deeply as I once did.
Pushing for the spark
Of memory and internal fire.
But I find myself falling
Short of myself.
Still counting lines
And words and letters.
Still not letting the
Intoxicating flow of words wash over me.
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